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wandasfifthwife · 6 days

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finding you ₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || discussions of sexual acts/kinks but nothing (yet), reader deals with stress/anxiety, dom/sub dynamic/relationship, dom natasha/wanda w/ sub reader, reader’s personality is described to be shy/anxious/introverted, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference 😭

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The city was truly a different world at night just with the way everything seems to take a breath of life. It was cooler, a breeze making its way through the buildings to cause goosebumps on any person walking by. It was cold enough that your friend had thought to try and hurdle you under their jacket, something you forgot to bring.

They didn’t seem to mind, pulling you under the warm blanket of a coat and rushing the two of you towards your apartment. You had just finished dinner—using it as a way to bond and meet up since work has separated you both for too long—and now we’re heading back to your apartment.

“You’re back,” one of your roommates speaks up from their location on the couch, “how was dinner?”

“Great, but I was freezing. You were right about bringing a jacket tonight, I really should’ve.”

“The winds tunnel through these buildings, it’s always good to pack a jacket.”

“Yes well thank you. Is it alright if my friend stays over?”

Your roommates waves a hand, dismissing her claim and focusing back on the tv show. The sounds of whatever bachelor show was playing quiets once you’ve shut your door behind you.

Your friend pins you with a look as she lays down flat into your bed, “what’s the deal with that person from work?”

“It’s really nothing, I think some people are just going through a rough time.”

“Okay well whatever—babe, it’s still not okay.”

There’s a creak in your bed once you’ve decided to join her, the old thing hanging on since you’ve not been able to afford a new one.

“Yeah sure they’ve made some rude comments, but they weren’t that bad.”

“Not to mention they also stole your idea and they’ve been aggressive towards you for no reason—tell them that they’re being a bitch.”

The emotions liked to confrontation are like sinking to the bottom of a body of water, suffocating. Your friend lies beside you, waiting, but her raised eyebrows give away her impatience, waiting to argue with you over your hesitation. A sigh makes it way out, a vocalization of how you’re feeling on the inside, “I really don’t know if I need to.”

“It’s less of a have to and more of a should do. Just be a bitch back,” she makes a poor attempt at reeling in her aggression after your expression of disgust, “or at least talk to someone higher up.”

“I’ll maybe talk to someone later—“ you put a hand up to silence her oncoming attack “—and that’s it. I appreciate you caring.”

“I just want you to be able to stand up for yourself.”

“I know, and I love you for that, but I’m done with stressful topics. I’d like to just talk about exciting things.”

She deadpans, “but this fun.”

A laugh filled amusement fills the room, your foot coming to shove her. There’s a pause after, ears turning into the smaller and more minute sounds. Dramatic stage music, though silenced by your door, it’s loud enough to still make an entrance in your room along with the sirens outside. The sheets rustle as your friend moves onto her side, body facing towards you. It was a gentle breeze until she began to fight off a grin, the thoughts in her mind almost driving a crazed expression in her face.

“Have you thought anymore about what I said?”

“You talk a lot, which of those many conversations are you mentioning?”

“The stress-relieving one.”

The words are quick to bring a similar crazed expression on your own face, one similar to your friend’s but more terrified.

“No.”

“Aw come on. I do it and it’s worked wonders, I still know—“

“I’ve heard enough for one night, you’re too public with it—how’re you not embarrassed?”

She rolls, resting her head on you, “you’re shy, I’m not. I don’t care what others say.”

“You’re weird.”

Her shoulders upturned in a shrugging motion, the vibration from her low hum ticking your stomach. The floor creeks again when she slings her feet off the mattress to find something to eat, leaving you alone for a minute. It seemed to stretch forever due to waiting every second to ask her a burning question. It was nearly on fire when she finally came back, the words tumbling from you.

“Who’re the people?”

It was, technically, four words that set off an hour and a half conversation.

Your friend’s persistently paid off after about two months of bringing it up. It started out as a question to check up, formed into a joke/tease, and ended up as a proposal. You’ve eventually thawed, only tonight feeling comfortable enough to ask, allowing yourself to be curious. It was curiosity, but you strayed far away from any sexual conversations, feeling that topic would actually throw you over the edge.

You pick at your nails, a nervous habit to ease the discomfort of the vulnerable conversation, “what do you do?”

“You mean my role? It’s what I said before, I’m a dominant in our relationship.”

“How often do you do it?”

“Sex?”

Her hand swats at your shoulder, enabling your fidgeting to become actions of aggression. You shove back, “fuck off.”

“Anyways, it depends on each relationship, but for us we fall into it most nights. Usually they come home and I can pick up the signs. I came to understand their body language about a month after us dating that they’re feeling a specific way.”

“Too intimate.”

“Oh yeah, it’s intimate and entirely built on trust. It’s why I love it so much,” your friend reached a hand over, stretching to reach until her fingers wrap around her phone, “I’ll send you their number. It’s entirely up to you from this point on. But genuinely though, if anything I say is making you uncomfortable let me know. I truly have just wanted to help.”

It wasn’t brought up again. An episode of some old show capturing the both of your attention the rest of the night, her scratchy laugh engraved in your mind from how often she found the dialogue hilarious. A small red mark forming from when she got too excited, jumping on the bed and bouncing your body to move and hit a dull item nearby. Thankfully you don’t have neighbors that occupy the room below you.

It was a sad goodbye when you both had the knowledge of how busy your schedules were. You had a form of contact, your phone, but you didn’t always have access to her in person. The lights in the apartment were shut off, the dark almost navy hue covers the room. You clicked your phone on, squinting from the onset of light before checking your recent text from her, “their” contact information sitting open on your phone for the night.

It turned out to be a weak battle, with the conflict being between man vs man. You had daily arguments with yourself, both sides—heart and mind—fighting with valid reasons. You don’t know if they’d be a weirdo overtime. They could not win your trust, or understand you, step over you like your coworker at work has been.

It could be a waste of time to be so intimate with someone and have the time come to a close, so you make a new space in your contacts for their number. You had a simple message typed out, introducing yourself and how you got their number, and then prompt turned your phone off.

The waiting period consumed you.

Brushing your teeth, you’d flip your phone to find that the notification was another spam email from a store you visited two years ago, reminding you to unsubscribe yet again. At work, you’d even pulled your phone from where it rested under your thigh to check whenever it buzzed. It was impossible to deny when the evidence was written all over your face, but you liked to believe you didn’t care.

The earth spun a whole two times and you’d still gotten no response. You checked your phone less, initial nerves transforming right into worry. Were you bothering them?

“Stop fretting,” your friend told you over the phone and then proceeding to let out a laugh at your embarrassed rant, all about how you regret reaching out.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have hooked you up if I thought they weren’t interested. It’s barely been two days.”

“You’re right,” your phone sat across from you, giving you the perfect view to stare at her personalized contact photo,

“Give it time.”

You had another speech about to spill about how you’re not going to obsessively check anymore, but that buzzed sound you’ve grown to respond to rapped against your wooden table.

Your lungs contract, closing when a contact with no profile photo and definitely no name appears. Your friend’s voice becoming background noise as your focus snaps to the unopened message, watching it as it slides away.

“Okay well I have to sleep. Love you, stop freaking out.”

The call ends abruptly, a habit of hers you’re usually frustrated with but now you’re grateful. Nerves at a new high for the day when a second message comes in. Feet patter on the hound, carrying you to climb into your room.

Realizing they’ve messaged you back is both an energy drainer and giver. Lights bright on your face while you’re unlocking your phone, clicking on the chat button. Your mind makes up the worst scenarios in hopes to keep your expectations low, but as your eyes sweep across the text a smile appeared on your face.

Long text summarized, they’d love to meet you in person and brief information was shared. They’d agreed to meet halfway at a coffee shop in Manhattan named, “coffee project nyc.”

The closest subway station was swarmed with a dozen people, the time on your phone being the explanation behind why others were brushing against you on the train. They contained to when after the train had arrived, pulling you along with them like a terrible tide.

Your phone map is a virtue, showing you the route until the cafe is in sight just across the street. It was across the street but your feet were stuck to the side you were on. Seconds passed like milliseconds, speeding up like your breathing.

The door had a little bell, one that rang when you walk through and sit down at the closest open seat to you. Eyes set on your phone screen like you were doing something meaningful by scrolling through already opened texts.

A new text appeared, a statement, telling you that they’d arrive. It wasn’t the intention, but you realized you hadn’t told them you had also arrived. The bell rung as it did for you, signaling to you and the others in the building that another had entered.

Her tone was clear when she spoke to you, leaning so she can look at your eyes. An air of calm around her when she introduced herself, saying how nice it was to meet in person.

“Is there anything you’d like from here? Natasha’s in line to get herself something.”

“Oh no,” you internally wince at how high your tone is pitched, “I’ll just pay for my own later!”

“It’s on us if you’d like any,” she repeats the offer with a smile. The scent from all the coffee beans and tea leaves is too addicting, filling your senses and pulling at the right heart strings to make you weak.

“If it’s okay could I maybe get a tea?”

“That’s perfectly fine. Natasha hasn’t ordered you yet, you can go tell her your order,” she says, words emphasized by her finger directing you to find the women fifth in line. An apology comes out as a whisper, feeling bad when you have to cut between two people holding a conversation.

“Hi,” you breathe, feeling nervous about being pushed to her warm body by those in line and others trying to move about.

“Breathe,” she says, pausing your sentence until she’s seen you visibly take a breath.

“Sorry,” you say, the unwarranted apology causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“Why sorry? You don’t have any reason to be.”

You say it again but she makes no pays if no mind, a gentle hand coming to rest under your forearm.

“Would you like something?“

The words you had spoken to wanda are repeated, asking about ordering a tea with another apology following right after. You fear she’s upset, but every movement she makes is kind, soft.

“You don’t have to apologize. Go wait with Wanda, I’ll bring it over once it’s made, okay?”

You thank her what feels like ten times, hoping each one is more sincere than the other before stepping away, mindful of the kicked up carpet. Wanda’s smiling at you, reaching over to push your chair out.

“Did you get a tea?”

“I did, thank you two—seriously—I appreciate this.”

Her response comes out as a hum, the words, ‘of course,’ mended together through the one sound, “how was your ride over? You mentioned the trip only being a few minutes, correct?”

“Usually yes.”

“Have you been here before then?”

“Not really, I don’t go out often. If I did I’d ruin my budget plan.”

The smell of the store is amplified once the cup is placed in front of you, the gentle steam floating off the top smelling exactly like the aroma in the small room. The seat to the right of you is pulled out, taken by Natasha a second later. Hers smells of coffee, a darker roast you’re familiar with from one of your roommates making it in the morning.

She picks through the sugars on the table, ignoring Wanda’s advice to leave the sweetness alone; Wanda mentions again how it impairs her dreams, giving her terrible nightmares instead. Natasha acknowledges what she says and still pours two in, her defense being the brand labeling itself as a ‘natural sugar’ as opposed to some other popular companies.

You turn to Wanda, “do you like to drink coffee or tea?”

“I do,” she says, fingers brushing under yours to stabilize the tilting hold you had on the cup, “every now and then I’ll get a tea.”

She quirks a quick smile, the mood fading fast once she’s turned her attention to Natasha and how bright the coffee has become. Natasha pulls the cup away from her extending grasp, bringing the cup to her lips with a grin.

“Do you work?”

“I do! I work in marketing at a real estate company, basically meaning I create pamphlets and design their websites. Do either of you have a job?”

Natasha keeps the mug in her hands, not letting go despite the heat, “we do. I work as a mechanical engineering, Wanda’s does corporate finances.”

You later worry about how your emotions are written on your sleeve seeing how they noticed the slightest change in your body language. Wanda lets her hand drift off of yours seeing as you’re now paying attention to how you’re holding it, “what do you do?”

“Nothing crazy like that. I sell art pieces, occasionally teach somewhere like an art class or work as a substitute for a school if needed.”

“Did you go to school for art?”

“I did, somehow passed to with how strict a few teachers were.”

They then ask to see a piece you’ve done, listening to every word you’re saying on every detail of each individual piece. You show ones you’ve sold, ones you’ve given as gifts to friends/family members, and some you’ve painted for yourself. You ease into the moment with every passing minute, tense muscles and fidgeting movements calming.

The room is small, but busy. A multitude of conversations being held in one place, all forming and coming together like the infamous background ambiance.

A watch on Wanda’s wrist catches light when she flicks her sleeve down to check the time, a deep sigh coming from her when she realizes it’s past 9:30PM, “it’s getting late.”

Natasha hums, grabbing your cups and stacking them to take to the dish bins nearby. You stand when she does, grabbing your coat to toss over your shoulders.

“We can walk you home if you’d like, it is quite dark out.”

You take a glance as well, the scarcity of light on the street enough for you to accept her help. The sidewalks are small, pushing you to walk so close to them you’ve stepped on Natasha’s shoes two times already. They keep close to you, sitting beside you in the subway ride. You’ve told them that you’re grateful they’ve offered to walk you back, but that you also feel bad for taking up their time. They keep reassuring you, every time gentle, if not gentler than the last.

The street becomes familiar again, the lights from your balcony coming into view. The little store building with the apartment complex above it, your little home. It’s never fully quiet, but at this minute in the hour it almost feels like it’s just the three of you. An occasional car, bike, and stranger may walk by, but you barely notice.

“Would you like to see my apartment?”

“I wouldn’t mind a tour,” wanda says, her words making you smile and excitedly being to unlock the door. It’s late enough that either your roommates are out or asleep, leaving you and them to walk into a silent space. It’s entirely too quick tour; only showing them your balcony, bedroom, living room, and kitchen while trying to be quiet for the one roommate trying to sleep.

Wanda calls your name, finding you in your bedroom after hearing where your voice came from and following it. Your room is reflectively dark, only light source coming from the dim lamp by your bed. The one you’ve been meaning to repair.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good, a bit tired.”

“I mean about this.”

Your lips fall slightly ajar, taken a bit off guard. She’s not rushing you at all, leaning against your vanity. She’s even gone far enough to not make you even more nervous by moving her gaze anywhere but you.

“I—“ you freeze momentarily when you realize Natasha’s come to stand in your doorway, “I’d like to if that’s okay with you.”

“We’d love to. Later tonight I can send you some papers for you to look over whenever you feel ready.”

You nod, thanking them with a smile. They bid you goodnight, both mumbling sweet words about the night. They both pull you into them, wrapping their arms around you in a gentle embrace before pulling back. You’re inside with heating AC and yet when they pulled back you felt colder.

Once the doors shut, the rooms entirely too quiet, the silence emphasizing the emptiness of their disappearance. They already made an impression, their good nights making you feel twice elated. It shows in your night routine, a smile etched on your face from the night. How beautiful they are, how someone they wished to also see you again, how they were mindful and intentional.

You had gotten dressed, wrapped up in your sheets with your phone settled between you, scrolling through the sweet text they sent after and the documents. The first were fine, but the last few brought nerves to the surface. Explicit acts and suggestive themes filled the page, maybe half you’ve never heard of. They were reassuring though, stating that you’d all run through them together once finished. During the whole process they were helping to answer any questions or concerns you had until you were ready to print and fill it out. After a week and a half you make your relationship official.

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weird-is-life · 7 months

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hiiii!! can i request aaron hotchner x bau!reader where reader gets sooo jealous of the women flirting (or trying to flirt) with him (at jacks soccer games, when they’re away on a case or when he did that fbi triathlon)? i’m curious to see how you think she’ll react and what aaron will say when he realises she’s jealous 🤭🤭

Hii, thank u for this request, lovely!🥰Warnings: pet names, mentions of food (kind of), like one kiss, (1k)

It's not your first time at one of Jack's soccer games. But it is your first time witnessing what is happening in front of you.

The other kid's moms are ogling Aaron like he is some kind of famous painting hanging in Louvre (which you can't really blame them for). They also keep smiling and waving flirtiously anytime he looks over their way.

And it is even worse, when you realise, they are all dressed up, make up done with pretty clothes on. It looks like they dressed up just for him. It causes a pang in your heart.

You didn't think about wearing anything special, as you dressed up this Saturday morning for Jack's match. Compared to them you look like a bag of potatoes, you with the loose jeans and a comfy hoodie on.

It makes you feel kind of anxious, but you also feel one even more intense feeling, which can be only described as jealousy.

But you didn't come here to be angry at ridiculous moms, you came to watch Jack score some goals and see him have fun. Which is exactly what you force yourself to do now. Occasionally, your gaze slips from Jack to Aaron, but most of the match you just cheer Jack on loudly.

During the half-time, you fight the want to go to Aaron. You don't want to distract him from his coaching duties, even if it's a friendly match between the kids.

So you stay seated, still having to see and listen to those moms. They even started to talk about how hot and handsome Aaron is, which has you squirming in your seat uncomfortably. You can't decide if you want to run away from them or if you want to go tell them off from talking about your Aaron.

But you don't, you power through the second half of the match, but the urge to go say some very rude things to them doesn't dissappear.

Finally you hear the whistle, signaling the end of the match. And while the kids shake their hands with happy faces, you sheepishly walk towards the bench. Aaron is standing next to it and when he notices you walking his way, his whole face lights up.

"Hi," you greet him, you smile at him, but it's not your usual big smile.

Aaron immediately picks up on it, but he doesn't say anything. He just opens his arms, inviting you to hug him, which you gladly do.

"Hi, honey," he quickly kisses your temple, "Did you have fun?" You've come separately here, having slept at your on place for a change.

"Not as much as Jack," you grin at him, "oh, before i forget, I've brought a little snack for the kids." You gesture at the big bag in your hand, it's full of juice boxes.

"Ah, you shouldn't have, the kids will want it every time you come here now," he teases you.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't mind getting them something every time," you respond. Aaron knows that you wouldn't mind, because you are the biggest sweetheart on the earth, which is one of the many reasons why he loves you.

You are grinning at him, when suddenly your smile dissappears and you start to frown. Aaron has never before seen that kind of frown on you.

"What's wrong?" he questions, eyebrows drawn up.

"Nothing, i just thought of something, " you murmur, but your frown deepens. And it doesn't take Aaron long to find out the reason behind your scowl.

He notices you frown more and more every time, one of the other moms speak near by. So he puts 2 and 2 together.

"Did those moms say something to you?" He asks you with stern voice, because if they did, he won't hesitate to go talk to them.

"No, it's just...," you feel rather embarrassed to say it now, "they talked about...-about you."

"About me? What did they say?" he puzzles, he hopes, that it isn't something to do with his coaching.

"Oh come on Aaron, you must know what I mean," you whine with slight frustration, it is clearly not directed at him but at them. Still you are a bit annoyed by his cluelessness.

"I really don't know, tell me?"

You sigh, "t-they talked about how hot and handsome you are, how they would love to go out with you. They waved and smiled at you basically the entire game," you grumble it silently. Face scrunched up in vexation.

"Really?" he asks, surprised.

"You must have noticed it by now."

"Well, I haven't," he tells you honestly, "I am too busy giving instructions to the kids and," he pulls you towards him by the sleeve of your hoodie," I am too distracted by you, to notice those silly women."

His words, as always, have you blushing, "Yeah?"

"Oh most definitely, have you looked in a mirror lately, sweetheart? Nothing compares to you and for sure not those moms," he playfully jabs his finger into your side, but his words are as sincere as they can be.

And after he says that, he quickly looks over to those moms to make sure they are looking and kisses you hard. It catches you off guard, but when you kiss him back, your kiss is just as eager as his.

When you pull away, he whispers against your lips, devilish smile on his face," I don't think you need to be jealous anymore, honey. I think, they understand now, that I only have my eyes for one person, that is you." The only thing you can do as a response to that, is to hide your red face in his neck.

You shyly smile at his words and inside you are beaming, happy that Aaron showed off your relationship even if he isn't the biggest fan of the pda. And you are a little, and i mean a lot, proud that he showed you off like that, because the irritation on those women's faces was priceless.

"I love you," you whisper bashful into his skin.

"I know, sweetheart. I love you, too," he responds warmly, "now let's go quickly hand out the snacks to the kids and get that breakfast, before those moms burn a whole into our faces."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner

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kirarifutari · 1 year

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enhypen as fast food workers (enhypen ot7.)

GENRE .. !? enhypen ot7 headcanons i guess... pureee crack, comedy

WARNINGS .. !? not proof read, swearing, for shits and giggles don't take anything to heart lol

WC ..?! approx 852

NOTES.. ?! okay pls blame @dazed-hee for putting this thought into my head and helping me w this... i cannot believe i sat my ass down and wrote this,, yes i just got off work ... anyway i hope u enjoy this goofy little piece pls like + reblog to support!!

heeseung

actually does his job properly LOLLL

he's so good at it asw he is never ever stressed 😭😭 he never complains either he just gets shit done ?? like you'll be on shift w him and magically you don't have to do anything ever bc somehow he has it under control…?

all the customers love him asw LMAO he's the type to remember regulars 🙏

god sent everyone needs a heeseung to work with, he's even nice to the rude customers but is not afraid to be a little passive aggressive bitch 🤧

he never talks badly about anyone so no one ever shit talks him?? but if you ask him ab drama he'd be like “not naming any names but…” 😭

jay

he is exactly like heeseung except when is jay ever NOT stressed

he is internally crying every five seconds over something and every time a customer complains about something you can see the light in his eyes die little by little 💀💀

he doesn't even care what anyone else is doing he's just so caught up in doing his job he doesn't realise that he's doing everything himself… more utc!

if you catch him on a good day tho you can hear him make fun of customer orders 😭 “who the fuck orders 3 hamburgers past the age of three years old…”

let's you do whatever you want bc hes too busy dealing w the emerging grey hairs 🙏

jake

the best person to work your shift w for a good time hands downnn

he's so funny he will make you cackle every five seconds,, you'll be taking a drive thru order and you'd be trying so fucking hard not to laugh into the mic 😭 he will fr start SINGING in ur ear goodbye

super friendly w customers and will literally start a conversation ab the most random things ?? “bro did you just order this family box?? you eating that yourself? that's crazy, mad respect” 💀

dawg does everything all at once, making burgers, taking orders, handing out food, changing the bins ??? yet somehow he's the one goofing off the most ?

sunghoon

doesn't know how he landed the job tbh… everyone expected him to be unemployed the rest of his life 🔥

HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO COUNT CHANGE W CASH 😭 bro tries his hardest but is always fumbling around fr,, our maths legend

the type to be like “hm? i can't hear you” “what did you say? “yeah just gimme a minute” he is TOO CHILL he's so unserious ab this job he clocks on and does nothing half the time 🙏 he'll say he'll do what you ask him too but... you both know he won't xoxox

somehow he's still one of the managers favourites and gets good shifts every week…

if a customer yells at him he'd be like “yeah give me a second” and then just gets someone else to deal with it LMFAO 💀

sunoo

THE BIGGEST SHIT TALKER having a shift w him is so good, he somehow knows everything that's going on w everyone ??? fills you in w all the gossip fr.

he's rly bubbly w all the nice customers and is one of the nicer employees to work with but if ur on his bad side … 💀💀💀

like if you annoy him as a customer he will hand you order wordlessly and look you up and down HE DOESNT CAREEE BROOO 😭

if anyone ever blames him for doing something wrong on shift he literally will just be like “that wasn't me tho 😄😄” biggest liar and everyone knows it but no one cares cus we all love him 🫶

sunoo will definitely be the type to buy you food on his break or give you free stuff when you clock off 😭

jungwon

would be the biggest gas lighter LMFAO

“oh you ordered a double big mac and not a regular? yeah on our register it's gone through as regular so i don't know what you want me to do, you can pay for another one tho!” 💀💀💀💀

bro gives so much sass to rude customers he does NOT gaf, he does it all w a smile on his face too like “sorry about that but we can't do anything to fix it 😊”

he’d be so chill w his co workers asw, he would really care if everyone's messing around but somehow w him on shift everything goes oddly smoothly…

working w him is so fucking funny cus he will never take no for an answer w a customer he will keep pushing until they LEAVE 😭

niki

LMFAOOO okay this kid fucking hates his job LOL

will spit in a customers drink because he can 🙏 he will not take shit from anyone and he knows no one will fire him bc they're understaffed 😚

plays the best music and always has kitchen speaker aux !!!

if you ask him to remake a burger or help you with something he'll either give you a blank stare or a “no, i won't.” and then do it for you anyway 👊👊 he is such a little menace but he doesn't care

w annoying ass customers he will literally start arguing w them STOP

would go viral on tiktok cus some customer was filming him being rude but everyone would be siding w him bc niki is always in the right godbless.

#ser writes !#enhypen x reader #enhypen ot7 #enhypen #niki x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #heeseung x reader #sunoo x reader #jay x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #im past the point of caring this is too funny to me #yes i work at a fast food joint and yes i hate my job

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superiorsturgeon · 9 months

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The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart

Pyrrha: *calling home from Beacon* Mom, do you have any recipes you can send from Mistral? My teammates always do the cooking and I want to make something for them!

Mama Nikos: Of course, dear! I’ll send you some Mistrali favorites!

Later that day…

Pyrrha: *wearing a spear-patterned apron, sets down a platter of food in front of her teammates* Here you go! A Mistrali special, with a couple Nikos adjustments for fun! 😉

Nora: *whispers* I don’t want to hurt Pyrrha’s feelings, but does this even look edible to you?

Ren: *shudders* Not even a little!

Pyrrha: *watching her team not touching their food* 😥

Jaune: *notices his partner’s distress and takes a deep breath, then digs into the questionable Nikos food* 🍴😫

Jaune: *glurk!* 🤢

Jaune: *struggling to avoid throwing up or visibly wincing* T-this is d-delicious, Pyrrha! Ren, Nora, can…can I have yours if you’re not hungry?

Ren/Nora: *staring in horror* Oh gods, he actually swallowed it!!! 😱

Pyrrha: You really liked it, Jaune? 😃 🥰

Jaune: 😰*through gritted teeth, trying to hold back vomit* 🥲 Of course! *hurp!* Thanks, Pyrrha! Can we *ourp* have this again later?

Pyrrha: Of course! Since you like it so much, every Tuesday from here on will be Mistrali dinner night, special for Jaune! 😊

Jaune: *inside* 😨 I’m going to die! I’ve seen the face of death and it has a cute red ponytail and an apron!

Jaune: *out loud* That sounds awesome! I can’t wait!

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About a year later…

Jaune: *eating Mistrali food again because it’s Tuesday* Thanks again for cooking Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: 😊 *practically glowing* He likes my cooking!

Pyrrha: Of course! Now eat up! I made it with extra protein since we’re doing strength training this week!

Pyrrha: *practically skips back to the kitchen to clean up* 🥰

Jaune: *eating happily* Isn’t it weird how much Pyrrha’s improved her cooking since last year?

Nora: *not touching her plate* Jaune-Jaune, you know I love you, but are you on drugs right now?

Ren: If anything, Pyrrha’s cooking skills have actually gotten WORSE, if that’s even possible…

Jaune: What? Come on, there’s nothing wrong with this food! It just needs a little salt, at most! I think Pyrrha’s cooking is great!

Nora: That’s because you got together-together with Pyrrha last year and love has made you stupid! 😑

Ren: I knew love was blind, but apparently it has no sense of taste either…😒

Jaune: *taking both their plates and adding it to his own* You guys have no appreciation for fine Mistrali cuisine!

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Another year down the road…

Nora: We finally made it to Mistral!

Pyrrha: *excitedly pulling Jaune by the hand* I can’t wait to show you around! I missed being back home so much! Let’s go eat lunch at a local restaurant I know! Oh, I hope the menu hasn’t changed too much…!

JNPR: *all line up and place their orders*

Pyrrha: Oh, I’m so excited for my team to try the food I grew up with! I’ve done my best to make it for you every Tuesday!

Nora: *immediately chowing down* Mmmh! This is GREAT!

Ren: I must say, Mistrali food is delicious!

Pyrrha: *happily enjoying the food she missed from her childhood* Mmmm…! So much better than I can make it…! ☺️

Jaune: *carefully chewing*

Pyrrha: What do you think of it, Jaune?

Jaune: …

Jaune: …Pyrrha, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I like this…

Pyrrha: What…?

Nora: Seriously? This stuff is AWESOME!!!

Ren: I agree! This might be the best meal I’ve had in weeks.

Jaune: I’m sorry! It’s just…well…

Pyrrha: *deflating* Just what, Jaune?

Jaune: It’s just that Pyrrha makes it so much better!

_NPR: …

Ren/Nora: W H A T…?

Jaune: I mean, I don’t want to be a rude tourist, but I guess I just assumed Mistrali food was all as good as Pyrrha’s cooking, you know?

Jaune: I guess this stuff is okay, but…Pyrrha, would you mind making dinner later? I think I like it better the way you do it.

Ren: Jaune, you do realize that this restaurant is literally world-renowned for making incredible Mistrali food?

Jaune: Well…yeah, I guess, but I still think Pyrrha’s version is better!

Pyrrha: *at a loss for words* …I… 😳

Pyrrha: *sniffles* 🥹 …of course, Jaune. I’ll make as much as you want!

Nora: I’ve drank syrup straight from the bottle that was less sweet than this! Kiss him already!

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #team jnpr #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #jaune learned to like Pyrrha’s cooking through sheer willpower and love #Pyrrha realized she’s not a good cook but Jaune kept asking for more

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Centuries Overdue

Chapter 9: Epilogue

This is it; the last chapter is finally here!! Thanks again to everyone at @mlbigbang for making this story possible :D

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the epilogue!

Several months later, Marinette was leading Adrien back to the Clockwise Fox from the library where her journey had started. In the time since their newsworthy escape from the catacombs, they’d become fast friends, and Marinette had even convinced Adrien to enroll in a university course he was interested in.

“You know, I still can’t believe Gimmi used their own power to erase the Bourgeois family’s memory of magic,” Adrien said as they reached the cafe door.

“Well, it worked so poorly that they didn’t try it again,” Marinette commented. “Gave them delusions of grandeur and now we have the prissiest mayor’s daughter in France! You’d think she was a princess with how she acts.”

“Well, I hope we don’t need another rebellion,” Adrien said. “The last one was more than enough for me.”

“You weren’t even directly in it,” Marinette pointed out. “But I agree. Luckily, Chloe only thinks she’s powerful enough to warrant one, and France is pretty much married to democracy now.”

“That’s one good change,” Adrien agreed. “Among many, of course! I still can’t believe how good pizza is! And airplanes might not be as fun as I thought they would be, but they’re quite handy for traveling. Vast improvement on riding horseback, let me tell you,” he said, earning a side glance from one of the baristas.

They placed their orders at the counter and waited for their drinks to come.

Adrien noticed Marinette giving him an odd look and raised his eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said. “Have you been speaking to Alix a lot lately?”

Adrien tilted his head. “No, why?”

Marinette laughed. “I guess I’m just paranoid about it. You ordered the exact same drink I did the first time I came here.”

Adrien blinked. “Is that bad?”

“Just embarrassing,” she admitted as their drinks came and she led him back to their usual table. “I ordered it in the middle of the summer.”

Adrien looked at the steaming hot cup of mocha in his hands. “I see,” he said with a giggle.

Marinette scowled. “Don’t be mean to me or I’ll be mean right back, shortie!” She blushed as the people at the neighboring table clearly overheard.

“Shortie? I’m injured, Marinette! After all, I am still taller than you are, so I think that insult doesn’t hold water.”

“Oh, you’re only taller by a few inches. And since I’m very short, that makes you short, as well,” Marinette retorted.

“Hey! I used to be tall, you know. I was taller than Napoleon,” Adrien squawked.

“And nowadays, people call him short. So maybe your argument is the one that doesn’t hold water,” Marinette pointed out with a grin.

Adrien sulked as he took a sip of his mocha. “So rude,” he muttered.

Marinette hummed and sent him a smile, letting him know she was sorry. “You know, Adrien, you might be short now, but I still think you’re handsome.”

Adrien blushed a fiery red. “And I, you, uh, beautiful, that is!” He giggled and took another sip of his drink.

“Wow, get a room,” Alix teased as she passed by their table with a set of dirty plates.

Marinette blushed. “You don’t know what that means yet, do you?” she asked nervously.

Adrien groaned. “Actually, I think I have been spending too much time with Alix, after all,” he said. “Because yes, I understood that reference.”

“And I understand that one,” Marinette said with a smile. “Did Nino convince you to watch the American movies with him?”

Adrien nodded. “They were quite inaccurate, if you ask me. Have the wrong kind of magic entirely.”

“Then what do you say we come back here tonight for the right kind?”

Alix whistled as she passed by them again. “In public, Marinette? You get it, girl!”

Marinette dropped her head onto the table.

“You know what I mean,” she groaned. “Stop being mean to me!”

“Yeah, back off or she’ll be mean right back, Alix,” Adrien warned playfully.

“Yeah, you don’t want to see me be mean, Alix, I’m better at it than you,” Marinette said, lifting her head and giving a not-so-menacing glare (her hair was plastered to her forehead now and she was sure she looked like a lame copy of Medusa).

“Message received,” Alix said with a smirk. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone then!”

She walked back into the kitchen without cleaning any more tables.

“I think she came out here just to make fun of us,” Adrien observed.

“I agree,” Marinette said. “Do you want to get out of here?”

He grinned. “I’ll go wherever you do, Marinette.”

She hid her blush in the last drops of her coffee and led him outside.

As they walked back to their new apartment together (they’d agreed that it would be far easier to share one until Alya’s spell had enough time to settle and Adrien applying for one wouldn’t risk his status as a French citizen), Adrien’s hand brushed against hers. Marinette struggled to control the grin on her face and took the hint, grabbing his hand and swinging it as they kept walking.

They passed by the park Adrien said he’d been able to somewhat recognize from before, and he tugged lightly on her hand.

“Marinette, do you feel like spending some time in the park together?” he asked, looking at her with a slightly nervous expression.

She hummed and nodded. “Sure. You know I never mind doing things together with you.”

Adrien blushed. “That’s good, because you’ve had to do a lot of them. You, Alya, and Alix are almost singularly responsible for me surviving the twenty-first century. Triply responsible, I suppose.” He hesitated, and Marinette squeezed his hand to let him know he could ask whatever it was that was bugging him. “Is it too much? Do you want me to try moving out on my own? I’m pretty sure Alya said it should be okay by now, so if you want me gone, just tell me and I will go.”

Marinette’s heart twinged painfully. “Do you want to move out? I mean, I completely understand, of course, and I can just invite Alya to fill the empty room, but you know you don’t have to, right? I like having you around, Adrien,” she admitted, feeling like a shy schoolgirl all over again.

Adrien smiled at her. “I like having you around, too, Marinette. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But if you’re sure, then I’d like to stay.”

“Of course,” Marinette said. “Stay as long as you’d like!”

“Careful, I might just take you up on that,” Adrien laughed. “And you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

Marinette stopped walking.

Adrien turned to her, looking concerned. “Marinette? Did you not mean it? I, I’m sorry, I’ll just—”

“I want you around forever,” she said, cutting him off.

“Pardon?”

“Adrien, I— I think I want you to be around forever.”

“We can try, but I really don’t want to live that long; three centuries is good enough for me,” he joked.

Marinette’s lips twitched. “Don’t distract me! Adrien, I’ve realized something important that I should tell you.”

His face immediately became serious. “What is it?”

Marinette groaned. “Not like that! It’s just— just— I like you, Adrien. You’re tied with Alya for best friend now, but I think… I think I’d like to try something other than being like this. Platonic,” she said, gesturing between the two of them. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Adrien nodded cautiously. “I hope I do, Marinette. Because I feel something else for you, too, and I don’t want to be alone in feeling it.”

“Me, neither,” Marinette said. And then, just to check, she asked, “So, do you want to make this into a date? We can go bird watching, or get ice cream, or just sit on the bench for a while, whatever! Or if not, that’s fine, too!”

She was about to start panicking, and Adrien must have known it, because he took both her hands together and pressed a gentle kiss to them. “I would love to,” he told her. “I love to do anything, everything, as long as it’s with you.”

Marinette smiled up at him, relief in her eyes.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Adrien said, smiling.

“Good,” Marinette said. “Because I love doing everything with you, too.”

Adrien couldn’t stop himself from hugging her at that. “I’m so glad we met,” he whispered into her hair.

Marinette smiled and pulled him closer. “Me, too,” she confessed. “It was just a few centuries overdue.”

#ao3 links at the top #centuries overdue #ml fanfic #rosie-b writing #ml au #adrinette #lovesquare #love square #miraculous ladybug

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A Chance Taken, A Heart Broken

W/C : 1.3k words (I’m proud of this idc!)

Warnings : swearing, mentions of using and cheating

Pairing: Actor!mark x Actor!reader

Summary: giving your bestfriend mark a chance.. BUT THERES MOREEE

[ MONDAY, JUNE 12TH 9:37 PM ]

“take a chance with me. sounds risky, I know but please even consider it.” the words came out of his mouth. seeming hopeful but yet, unsure? you stare at him in shock, just standing there. in some random field that he ’spontaneously’ took you to, the winds were blowing through your hair as he stands there, waiting for a response.

“I like risks.” the words came out of your mouth almost like it was nothing, keyword : ’almost’. that was a lie. you were terrified of giving him a chance. you weren’t sure if you could give him a chance considering that you know how he acted his past relationships. well, you were his best friend for almost what? 7 years? and unluckily enough, you’ve sadly fallen for him for those exact 7 years. sounds stupid to hope and wait for someone for that long but hey, cant blame someone for being In love. even if its ridiculous.

[ TUESDAY, JUNE 20, 8:45 PM ]

It’s been a few days since you’ve given mark a chance. “lets go out tomorrow?” he said while hugging you tightly “alright.” you said confidently. that’s how you got here in the first place, in a Restaurant. waiting for him patiently while knowing deep down. that he wasn’t coming at all.

[ 9:21 PM ]

You got tired of waiting, ’weird considering that you waited 7 years for him and cant spare a few hours to wait for him to arrive’, the voice in your head states. they weren’t wrong. maybe I was just idiotic to give him a chance in the first place? will he change? is he just playing with me? questions of uncertainty filled your head as you left the Restaurant. walking out the doors, you spot a familiar face, it was mark.

“hey.” he says as he slowly approaches you “I know I’m late but. can I make it up to you?” he says as you look at him strangely “for two hours, yeah you were.” you replied as he looks at the ground “I know, and I’m sorry” he replied “what.. took you so long?” you ask, feeling nervous about what his response would be, you had a prediction but you shouldn’t assume things, it’d be rude if you did, right? “uh.. stuff” he replies with guilt and nervousness splattered all over his face. as you nod, feeling assured for a moment, until you notice something on his neck, it was a fucking hickey, you pretend not to notice as you both went on with your ’date’

[ WEDNESDAY, JUNE 28TH, 11:34 AM ]

He was on his phone, laughing while texting someone. ’its just his friends’ you assured yourself, knowing damn well that he couldn’t. you sit next to him, sounds of his phones keyboard, him laughing and the rain outside. you sit there and think ’how did it even last this long?’ as he shortly looks at you and scoffs “I have to go somewhere” he says as he stands up, sounding unsure, you nod quietly as he leaves the room, “happy birthday to me, I guess” you say bitterly as you got your phone out to message your friend about going out today, spoiler alert: they cant.

so as any logical, idiotic person would do, you went out by yourself. I mean, what else could you do? as you were walking around the mall, you spotted a coffee shop that you loved. and with our luck! guess which two bitches are in there together? you looked at them, spending time together, laughing together, genuinely having fun. and if you aren’t caught up yet, it was mark and your best friend. “happy birthday to me” you whisper bitterly as you move and leave the front of the coffee shop and pretend nothing happened, you wouldn’t wanna ruin anything right? you were dating someone that you’ve liked for aged now and she was the bestest friend you could ever ask for. who would wanna ruin that? I mean its just something that may leave a scar on your life but, hey, scars heal. overtime right?

[ THURSDAY, JULY 6TH, 2:24 PM ]

you and mark decided to go back to where you both first met, sounds cheesy, I’m aware. but there’s nothing wrong with looking back at the past every now and then right?.. right?

“tada!” he says as he removes the blindfold on your eyes, feeling very proud of what he thought of for a date, “this place hasn’t changed a bit” you mumble as you look around “right? it’s great! everything’s still as it was” he says enthusiastically as you nod, you enjoyed walking around, playing around and visiting old friends but.. looking back made you think that, was it really for the best that you both got together? yes you’ve liked him for.. a long amount of time but, was risking your friendship really worth it? you knew that things wouldn’t be the same but, it was a pretty drastic change, a million thoughts went over your mind as he taps your shoulder “you okay?” he asks as he kisses your cheek and gives you an ice cream as you nod, that’s when you decided, you would never step a foot in this place again.

[ FRIDAY, JULY 14TH, 10:45 PM ]

It’s been a whole month and one 2 days 1 hour and 8 minutes but, whose counting? you walk into his apartment silently, not making any noise cause you wanted to suprise him! you walk in as he’s gaming with friends, not noticing your arrival. “her? what about her?” he says as your curiosity grows “oh uh, I’m kinda just using her to get her bestfriend? its been working, she’s clueless.” he says as he scoffs, your heart shatters in pieces. as you pretend not to hear and re enter the room and call him, his blood turns cold as he looks at you panicked, “hey! just a question? did you hear what I said?” he asks nervously “no, what was it?” you say, pretending not to know cause again, why would you wanna ruin this? “ah, it was nothing. wanna come play?” he says as he changes the subject and gives you a controller, you grab the controller and begin to play and look at him shortly, “mark lee, you’re losing me” you mumble under your breath and luckily enough he didn’t hear you.

[ SATURDAY, JULY 22ND, 2:22 AM ]

“lets just call it quits then, I was only using you anyways.” he snaps as you look at him “didn’t expect it from me huh?” mark says as he scoffs. “I knew mark I’ve known” you snap back, “why didn’t you..” he says confused, “cause I had everything that I wanted, I had you, I had my best friend, I had everything that I wanted.” “I’ve wanted you for the past 7 years.” you say. and what other than rain could’ve suited the situation more? he looks at you in shock as it starts pouring “I..I’m sorry” he says as the rain slowly grows. “I’m sure you are” you say back as you walk away from him, whose slowly regretting everything he’d done to you.

“.. and that’s a wrap!” the director praises you both as the movie that you and your co-star, lee minhyung has been acting in they stop recording and you and him are thanking everyone.

as you were about to leave the set, he follows after you and yells your name “hey!” he says as you stop in your tracks and look at him as he finally catches up to you “what’s up?” you ask him as you pat his back “thanks for stopping” he says awkwardly as he catches his breath as he stands next to you, “can we talk? like remain friends even after the movie is done and hear me out-” he says as you cut him off “of course we can! I would say that we’re close friends already” you reply as you smile at him “not like that” he says as he chuckles and pulls you closer as you look at him shocked, “think we could give mark and her the ending they should’ve got?” he says as he smiles at you.

#mark lee imagines #mark lee fluff #mark lee scenarios #mark lee x reader #nct dream fluff #mark lee drabbles #nct 127 fluff #mark lee angst #nct fluff #mark angst

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soraviie · 1 year

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you don't trust androids.txt

━ type: BTS (hyung line) x f! reader

━ about: android! au, heavy angst, slight fluff, nothing majorly fun

━ pictures taken from Pinterest ━ navigation

━ c/w: implied smut, mentions of suicide attempt, mention of near-death experience, mention of losing a limb, a portrayal of poor mental health, undercurrent of dystopian themes, mention of losing bodily autonomy, mention of hating one’s body, mention of depression and anxiety, discrimination against androids

━ wanted to keep this one in the drafts but here it is T-T

NAMJOON: “There’s a ç in Jean Lurçat,” he points out helpfully. His programming suggests it is friendly but the way your teeth grind suggests otherwise. Perhaps…cavities? Humans were prone to them and Namjoon was no medical unit to know any better, he was after all an informational unit. But you don’t seem to be appreciative of that either.

“Have I done something wrong?” he asks.

“Contrary what your chip states, being an obnoxious know-it-all is not helpful!” you snap, red rimmed eyes meeting his. “I mean, who do you think you are?”

He blinks. You’ve met dozens of times already, surely you knew who he was.

“My name is Namjoon,” he points at the tag on his chest. “I am an informational android unit. Here to help.”

“Well, you’re not! Not by nitpicking every single sentence I write!” you hissed and despite it not being expected, he experienced an operational error. If a sudden simulated pang of sadness could be called that.

He rarely gets to talk to anyone in the museum and over the course of these weeks with you coming in and out of the building, he’d assumed, naively, that he’d made a friend for the first time in his life. Or existence rather, he corrects. Androids were not alive hence they could have no, well, life.

“I apologize,” he bows curtly and leaves, shoulders slumped. You watch after him feeling like the grandest asshole in the world.

“That’s because you are,” you chide yourself before slamming the multi-kilogram art book closed shut.

A week passes and despite it not being a part of his programming, Namjoon is sulking. You’re nowhere to be seen. Maybe you avoided him due to it being awkward. Or maybe you just flat out hated him. The operational error occurs again - it makes his stomach feel like a gaping hole in spite of him knowing it was full of wires and memory cards. Perhaps he should be checked for bugs.

“Excuse me,” a thin voice appears behind him and he finds you shifting from one foot to another, a gift in hand.

“Hello!” he greets you pleasantly, face contorting in a dimpled smile before recalling last week and lets it deflate quite fast.

“Are you in need of assistance?”

“No, I came here to say “thank you” and apologize. It was rude of me to insult you. I’m just…” you exhaled, shivering faintly to yourself with nerves. “I moved here only recently and I’m not used to androids. Not that it is any excuse for my behaviour. It was cruel, I apologize.”

“Accepted,” Namjoon graciously nods along, the weird bug in his stomach evaporating into thin air. He glances down at the anxiously clutched gift bag.

“Is that from your family? Was your thesis accepted?”

You glimpse at it almost self-consciously.

“It did. You caught onto all the mistakes so there were no objections from the superiors hence…thank you. You were not being an irritating know it all but…helpful,” you offer him a small smile and he encounters a different sort of bug, this one gnaws on his chest. “It’s for you.”

Astounded, he gently accepts the bag and peers inside. No one has ever given him anything. Inside there sits a folded shirt. The quality of the cloth is to his liking and on the tag he spots the name of the company specializing in android wear. It must have cost a small fortune.

“I thought at first to give you a book but you probably already know everything and then I remembered you wear the same clothes every day but I didn’t know which colour-”

“It is perfect,” Namjoon interrupts, his wires suggesting that the limit of his smile has reached the maximum capacity. “Thank you, ________.”

You squirm but then frown.

“Why is your face so red?”

“Uh…an operational error,” he lies. trying to appear sincere. “Will I be seeing you here?”

“Would you like to?” demurely, you question and he eagerly nods.

“Very much.”

YOONGI: “So at which point you thought to inform me?!” you shrieked though it came out more like a hysteric squeak. But who wouldn’t be upset when their boyfriend, previously assumed as human, factory reset himself whilst being balls deep into your guts.

“Baby, I can explain,” he begins, cautiously inching himself across the bed but you throw yourself against the headboard, clutching the sheets to your chest. Not that there was anything left to hide anymore.

“You better!” you yelled. “You knew from the very first meeting! I don’t trust androids!”

He licks his lips guiltily. He looks human. Acts like one too yet even so you can’t help but feel like an utter dimwit for being fooled like this.

“I know, I know,” he mutters guiltily, running long fingers through the orange hair. He said he dyed it. Bud did he? Did it matter? What else did he lie about?

“And I’m sorry for that! I meant to tell you. I did! But you wouldn’t have me if you knew early on and I liked you so much. I…love you so much.”

His gaze lands to sit dead onto your eyes, a feat for Yoongi indeed and despite expecting to see some blue lights, cogs and wires stretched beneath the artificial material there’s nothing but the familiar brown staring back.

“No fair,” you grumble. “Busting out the L-word.”

He chuckles fondly - a sound you adore even after this mindfuck.

“Can’t risk you running away from me.”

Gingerly, he touches your knee and you flinch.

“It may be a synthetic skin but it’s real,” he whispers moving to softly cup your cheek. “I’m the same Yoongi you’ve always known.”

Unwillingly, your body relaxes as he does his magic, fingers grazing through your hair in a monotone, calming motion. His ultra-effective weapon to having you be soft.

“But how can you…feel?” incredulous yet truthful, you ponder out loud. “You run on…programming…?”

“I’ve been a free android for twenty years,” he insists. “All my "programming” has rusted so much it’s running independent like a human brain would. No exterior orders.“

"So what was that?” you abruptly plank attempting to demonstrate his sudden seizure. “What was that all about?”

“Oh,” he laughs timidly, the gummy smile on show and ears flushing pink. You wonder if there’s wiring there as well but then simply let the matter rest. “I realized I love you, want to spend my life together with you and I…I freaked.”

“Good or a bad freakout?”

He leans in to peck your lips.

“Good,” he mutters in between kisses. “Very, very good.”

JIN: “Want to hear a joke about pizza?”

“No.”

“Good, it’s too cheesy.”

You could physically feel your eyes roll 360 degrees around your skull. The recovery and betterment android unit, J-I-N-100, levels you down with a thoroughly displeased scowl.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” he frowns. “I specifically requested it.”

“Fault in the program,” you slighted, moving to adjust the IV drip.

“Ah! A derogatory reference to my existence. How very original.”

His face and tone is neutral, for all intents and purposes he could have just recounted the level of precipitation outside. That’s what’s wrong with them, you think to yourself, how quickly they can go back to being robotic. And frankly, it’s not all androids you can’t stand to be around, it’s this specific unit that’s been making your life a miserable hell, even further than it was.

Losing a limb, a leg, in this case, was hard. It still continues to be hard. The bitterness that seeps from the court decision - the overruling of a criminal penalty for the drunk driver who’d mowed you over was a bottomless well. On top of that, churning away at a hospital, trying to regain the simple ability to walk using a prosthetic leg made you claw at the walls frequently enough and then this thing came.

The jokes you could tolerate, barely but still, but you couldn’t, couldn’t handle to watch him get his palm crushed one day and then without a care in the world church it away, grab a new one like a brochure at a religious congregation, given away like candy, and stuck it onto himself. No recovery period, no shock, no trauma. Brush it off, move on. How could you not hate him when he joked to you all day long as you fell out of bed or fell walking due to the simple fact that you were human.

Pain was the basis of all life and he felt none. To be in the presence of something that was not alive yet acted as though it was…unnerving. Deeply unnerving yet humanity had already moved past being the only humanoids, moved past the notion of disgust for artificial intelligence, leaving you to choke alone on the bouts of spontaneous rage.

All you heard whenever he opened his mouth was “tiny, pathetic human, wriggling around like a worm”.

“You bent your leg the wrong way,” he points out and your head twitches upwards, removing the crayon-coloured painting of yours from your vision. It’s now brimming with his face, one he said is of course mechanically engineered as it was perfect. He was perfect. A thing he often remarked on.

“What?”

“Your leg,” he repeats slowly as though talking to a child. “It’s made of a similar structure as my legs, if you bend the knee in that position, it’ll wear out the joint wiring.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. This leg…this leg doesn’t belong to you. It’s like him. An alien object lodged onto you. A parasite.

“Here, lemme fix that,” he reaches and on the brink of hurling, you kick yourself away, falling onto the floor. Android unit J-I-N appears almost startled.

“Don’t touch me! Do not touch me! Get out!”

“I can’t!” he objects weakly. “I’m your personal betterment unit if you reject me, I’ll be -”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT!”

For an android, purposefully wired being not meant to experience fear, he looks terrified. And that expression haunts you.

Waking up in the midst of a deep night is nothing new. Doctors said the traumatic event of nearly dying and then losing a limb will give you hours upon hours of unslept nights. Walking was still difficult, especially in the dark of the hospital where everything was quiet and creepy. Usually, J-I-N-100 would help you, asked or not, guide you to the bathroom, or fetch you a glass of water but after kicking him out he hadn’t shown for the entirety of the day.

You wander the halls blindly and then the knee jerks on its own and you find yourself on the floor.

“Fucking shit.”

Trying to push yourself off the linoleum, you faintly hear a peculiar noise. A strangled noise of crying. At first, you dismiss it. It was a hospital people cried day and night, every hour of the week but the sound is so terrified, so broken you couldn’t bear to continue the asshole routine.

Following it, you stumble upon the escape stairs, grey and empty and in the middle of them sits unit J-I-N-100. Crying. An android crying. A sight you never assumed was possible.

“Uh…are you okay?” you dumbly ask.

He hides his face away, shoulders shaking before a venomous hiss flies your way.

“Why do you care? I’m a machine.”

You stand awkwardly.

“If this is about what I said, just ask for them to transfer you to a different patient-”

He abruptly laughs loudly and dryly, a laugh of no amusement.

“You don’t understand do you, human? There are no transfers for androids. If we don’t satisfy our patient, there are no do-overs! I’ll be sent to the HQ and be,” his voice drops into a hush. “Be disassembled.”

For an android that was death. You didn’t like him but for him to die due to your displeasure was tyrannical.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I-I didn’t know.”

“You don’t know anything,” he accuses heatedly and you couldn’t blame him.

“No, I don’t.”

There’s a beat of stilted silence.

“You hate that leg of yours because it’s like me. It’s strange. An alien organism. You hate for having these parts but they are not mine. Every part of me belongs to someone else. My eyes, my ears, my legs have been replaced thousand times over. This body is not my own and yet I’m forced to reside in it. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Abruptly, all his magnanimous tirades about having the most perfect body make sense in another kind of way. He must have been trying to convince himself of liking it when the truth couldn’t be any further away. Your words now feel sickening and a surge of want, to protect, to shield this android, makes you almost dizzy.

But he doesn’t care for it. Not anymore.

“Please, leave,” he asks. The sound of his voice is broken, worn to its absolute limit. “If I’m around you it is my programming to smile and I don’t want to smile anymore.”

You oblige and close the door to the staircase quietly behind yourself.

To be home again was to experience bliss. Your small, overcluttered apartment had never appeared like the gate of heaven itself. The smell, even the crowded look into the smog-ridden city below is pure ecstasy. Putting the crotches down you sink into the sofa, nearly crying at the comfort of unity. But then that grading, awful sound interrupts your ecstasy. A fucking neighbour. Grabbing the crutch, you’re already prepared to beat these annoying motherfucking neighbours into the next planet only to find J-I-N standing on the other side.

His expression is murderous.

“Why did you do that?”

Timidly, you shift in the doorway.

“I was trying to help.”

“You lied!” he cries out. “You chased down the board members of the android unit assignment, harassed them for hours and then lied to their faces that I’m the most adequate, most perfect unit in the facility!”

“Did it work?”

He calms down, hands coming to stand still by his thighs.

“It did. No unit has ever reached such a score.”

You nod.

“But you hated me…” he breathes, even without any visible cogs, you can see how the logic of your action is not computing in his brain. “You literally hated me all this time.”

“I don’t wish you death. I would never want that!” frustrated you trying to run a hand through your hair only to remember it is supposed to hold a crotch now. “It’s just my fragile human psyche. I’m sorry for it and I’m sorry you have to go through everything. It’s horrible.”

He seems to be beaten into a state of stupor only to shrug.

“It…It is what it is.”

“It shouldn’t have to be.”

For a while, there is only the muted sound of either of you trying to make some sort of conversation.

“Because of what you did, they’re reassigning me. Private health field, I’m a home care unit now.”

“That’s…great,” you weakly surmise. You don’t actually know if it’s great or not. There’s a lot you don’t know. Maybe it was high time to fix that.

“Wait does this mean you’ll be reassembled?!”

“No,” J-I-N shakes his head. “No, reassembling or disassembling. Home care units change very little. Just a little update and I’ll be sparkly new.”

“Perfected the perfection,” you try to joke and he chuckles weakly almost sounding surprised that someone might amuse him and not the other way around.

“Do you…” he shakes with nerves and you grow ever more astounded. He was so alive. A very peculiar android, one who couldn’t give it credit for his programming. Whatever happened that made J-I-N, he was different. Perhaps he made himself different.

“Do you need a home care android? Your recovery period is almost a year.”

“They sent me a catalogue but I haven’t gone through it yet,” you throw your head at the inside of your apartment.

“May…I apply for the job?”

You blink at his demureness.

“But I’m awful.”

“You were,” he agrees. “But you’ve got an update and besides I’m in need of employment.”

“I…” you think it over. In spite of not getting along, you still had grown at least accustomed to him. And J-I-N was far more gracious than you would have been in his situation.

“I’m okay with that. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he squeezes a small smile. “You’re not the worst human on the planet anymore.”

“Thanks,” you snort.

“Also fair warning, this update will contain nearly 68GB of various puns and jokes for the sake of breaking the ice with the patient.”

You feel a part of yourself shrivel and die with that information, still, you force out a polite -

“Looking forward to it.”

HOSEOK: “But…but what am I supposed to do with him?!” as quietly as possible, you hiss into the phone where a woman sighs at your incessant questions.

“He is a mental health android unit, treat him like an app or something.”

“He’s not an app!” you argue with some heat. “He is an android! A being! One you sent to my home without my consent.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to slit your wrists open at a workplace,” she snides and drops the phone, leaving you open-mouthed at the sheer audacity before slamming the phone down into the kitchen counter.

“Your levels of adrenaline and anger are out of the norm. Should I help you to relax?” the android’s voice pops up unexpected right beside you and you scream.

The last thing you wanted after being discharged from a mental institute is to be observed. Like a zoo animal. What will it do if one does this? What will it do if one pokes it in this spot?

“No, please, it is not necessary,” you trail off, fear gripping you whole. This thing will live you. For three months, there will be a stranger, designed to hover over you like a Damocles sword. You couldn’t even feel safe in your own home when it was anxiety in the first place that wore you down so much you wanted to escape it in any way you could.

The mental health unit leans its head to the side. He looks very human, it must be the absolute prime model and somehow it’s even more disturbing. It’s a humanoid that was not human and that knowledge activates some primal terror gifted by your ancestors. You’re choking on your tongue.

“I’ll just use the bathroom,” you force out and make a run for it.

It takes hours for you to exit, shaking on the tile floor was time-consuming and finding the android unit freely moving through your space doesn’t put you at any ease.

“What are you doing?” you rasp.

He turns around, beaming wide and you shudder.

“Making dinner,” he replies cheerfully. “Your file suggested it will be one of my duties.”

In his hands, there sits a cup. It’s your favourite cup. It wasn’t passed from generations, it wasn’t a gift and it wasn’t really that expensive. It had a chip in the side and you bought it essentially from a flea market but it still is your favourite cup. One he has usurped like your peace in your own home.

“Please, don’t..don’t touch my stuff.”

The smile falls from his face and noticing your intent, scared gaze at the cup he places it down.

“But I…I have to make you dinner.”

“You don’t. I’ll do it on my own.”

He blinks, struggling to understand. It goes against his programming, while the emotional core of his does state he should instantaneously assume greater distance. He was creating unease, something he was not engineered to do and the two clashing commands were rapidly wearing down his operational core.

“I can…run you a bath. Baths are beneficiary for human beings.”

The thought of undressing in front of him, of being that vulnerable, nearly makes you gag.

“No, please, just do nothing.”

“If I do nothing, my dispatchers will think you don’t want me.”

“I don’t want you. I’m scared of you.”

His mouth despite it being an impossibility runs dry.

“You’re scared of me?” he echoes weakly.

“You’re a stranger invited into my house without my consent. Of course, I’m scared of you!”

“Right,” he buffers. “I-I…I’ll log myself off in the hallway. Will that make you feel better?”

It’s probably cruel, nevertheless, you nod. You couldn’t be around anyone and despite the opinion of general denizens, androids did count as someone.

Shoulders slumped, he dragged himself away before plopping to sit by the door and proceeding not to move. It was creepy.

At night, you hear him moving around and shivering underneath the blanket from the rampaging onslaught of paranoia, you could not relax for a single second.

Weeks pass and the mental health unit keeps an intrepid vigil to keep out of your way. You don’t even know where he is at times as he occupies no room and makes no noise but at times you almost forget he is there. He still performs some menial tasks when you’re away either being tested or taking a prescribed walk and exercise class. Your floors are too clean and when you fail to make food for yourself it magically appears, though you note that they’re not served in your dishes and neither your pots nor pans were ever used again.

Coming home late one night, you step over the threshold and find it empty and dark, abandoned almost but on the counter there sits a cupcake with a simple note attached.

“I’m very proud of you, ______________.”

Heat rushes to your eyes and your throat tightens. You can’t even recall when was the last time anyone said they’re proud of you.

“Umm…mental health android?” you call out. He didn’t even have a name you realize. He wore no badge and there was nothing in his introductory form. “Mental health android?”

No response. Perhaps, he left. You gave him no order, maybe it somehow messed with his programming so bad he left. You rifle through the apartment high and low, in the end, finding him crouched in the broom closet. It’s an awfully minuscule space, not suitable for anyone, be it an android, human or a cat but it is the only space in the entirety of your home, you did not look into. Just how long had he slept here for your convenience.

You lean down and shake him but he does not wake.

“Sir? Sir?” you shake him harder but you might as well be handling a ragdoll. “Sir? Please, wake up.”

At that, his eyes pop open and you screech from the abruptness of the motion, falling on your backside. He rushes to help you up but pulls his hand away at the last second, conflictedly squirming in the place.

“Are you okay? Are you in distress?” he questions nervously and you gather yourself off the floor.

“No, I’m just…” you sigh. “You shouldn’t sleep in the broom closet. It’s too small.”

“It was the only hiding place. I would not scare you there. You would not see me.”

Something in the innocent explanation, so purely kind-hearted, mellows your own.

“Please, use the living room.”

He nods stiffly.

“Also uhm…” unwillingly, tears pool in your eyes. “Thank you for the cupcake. Did you…make it?”

He shakes his head sadly and solemnly.

“You did not give me permission to use your things, so I bought it.”

“With what money?” as far as you knew androids couldn’t pride themselves on the biggest income.

“I work odd jobs at times,” he shyly confesses. “If I earn enough money, I can apply for citizenship and become a self-sustained android.”

“You used that money to…” you choke. “To buy me a cupcake.”

“To buy you all food and the flowers by your bedside table.”

He shrugs it off with such ease like it’s not by far one of the kindest things you’ve seen a humanoid do.

“Oh, no, don’t cry!”

Too late you’re absolute sobbing your heart out. About everything. When you were little you thought it will be such a dream. It wasn’t. It wasn’t a dream at all.

He once again reaches to hug you, probably due to his programming but holds himself back, to be respectful, however, you hug him first, not caring anymore that his skin is synthetic and his brain is made of chops. You just need someone to connect with. Any connection, any at all would be bliss and this android has shown you unbridled kindness no humans in your life would.

When you’ve cried out half the hurt, not all but a decent chunk, a steaming cup of chamomile tea, served in your favourite mug sits in front of you as the rain taps against the window. It’s easier to breathe. The android sits unsure at the edge of the sofa, uncertain what his next action should be.

“Do you have a name?” you ask, twiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“I’m a mental health care android unit 9876Q36x/3.”

“Right. Have you considered choosing a name?”

If he wanted to be a self-governed android, the idea of freedom must be constant in his mind.

“I did,” he slowly says as though it’s a secret. “Hoseok.”

“It’s a lovely name.”

He offers a gentle smile and you feel for once a bit better.

“Thank you, _______________. I like your name as well.”

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jelliezellie · 11 months

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Hi! How are u? Would like to request a levi x fem!reader blind date fic. Like they always bickering w/ each other then there friends set them up. But on that particular date, reader is a bit emotional (frustrated about her feelings towards him) so she took levi's nasty comments by heart & levi is so guilty about it & started to be more soft & eventually admiting that he loves her nevertheless because u know, he can't express his emotions well so he ends up being mean to her.

Thankssss and pls take care...

I know this is late but here you go!!

Blind Date - Levi x Reader

Connie and Sasha giggled as they took you to the restaurant. “You’ll have a lot of fun,” Connie teased. “The guy we picked for you to go out with is perfect for you.”

Sasha nodded quickly, giggling. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s super excited!”

You smiled at them, a little skeptical of their excitement. Jean was tagging along behind, rolling his eyes at their teasing. “Alright, guys. Cut it out. You don’t want to be Captain Obvious and spoil who it is, right?”

Connie and Sasha snickered, then pointed to the restaurant. “Okay,” Connie said, adjusting your hair. “You’ve got this. Go get him!”

“Bring me some leftovers!” Sasha exclaimed.

Jean patted your back. “If anything goes wrong, just call Sasha and say there’s free food. She’ll make a distraction so you can escape.”

You laughed and entered the restaurant, looking around. Everyone seemed to have a date or a group of friends around them except for one person. You stared uneasily at the familiar black hair and undercut. You approached him. “Levi?”

He glared at you. “Oh, God. You’re the date?”

You nodded, sitting across from him. He rolled his eyes and half of his face behind a menu. “I guess so,” you laughed nervously. Damn it. I’m gonna kill those idiots.

Levi frowned, his brows furrowed behind the menu. “Alright. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, his voice devoid of any interest.

You shifted nervously in your seat. Am I really that much of a pain to be with? You wondered. He seemed completely exhilarated just by being in your presence. You needed a conversation starter; something to get him out of his bad mood. “So, Levi, what’s your favorite song?”

“So ist es immer,” he responded.

“Oh, really? What do you like about it?”

“I like that it doesn’t have small talk in it.”

“Ouch. Would you rather have deep conversations, then?”

“I’d prefer no conversation at this point.” You frowned and looked away. Of course, you didn’t want to push him to talk if he didn’t want to. Still, why would he come in the first place if he didn’t want to talk? You looked back at him and he was staring at you with a different look. He didn’t just seem tired, he seemed defeated. He huffed and leaned forward. “I suppose I would rather have meaningful conversations.”

Although you didn’t want to let useless hope get into your system, you couldn’t stop the flame of happiness that burned its way onto your face in the form of a smile. “Alright. Why do you seem so tired?”

He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’d rather have meaningful answers. Why not?”

His brows quirked up at your reply. “Insomnia, I guess.” Your eyes narrowed as you waited for another explanation. Everyone knew he had trouble sleeping but he never looked this tired. “And I was nervous.”

“About what?”

“Usually, when Hange proposes the idea of a date, I automatically say no. It’s like I’m on auto-pilot.”

Your brows rose as he satiated your curiosity. “What changed?”

“They said I’d have a date with someone they knew I had a soft spot for.”

You chuckled. “You have a soft spot for me?”

“Well, at first, I wanted to see who Hange thought I had a soft spot for.” He leaned a little closer. “Do you think I have a soft spot for you?”

You sighed and shook your head. “No.” He tilted his head and waited for clarification. “You’re always rude and angry. You stare at me with nothing but hatred and I know you can’t wait to get out of this place because you’re—”

He placed a hand over yours. He stared into your wide eyes and, with as much meaning as he could get his voice to produce, he murmured, “I’ll make it more obvious on our next date if you’ll let me.”

Your brows furrowed as you saw the guilt in his eyes. You sighed and nodded. “Alright, but you have to make it obvious.”

Relief escaped his mouth in a sigh and he nodded. “Okay. But next time, don’t ask your friends for a place. This restaurant is awful.”

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h-c-u · 1 year

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Hanging on Hangman

Summary: Hangman has a crush on the captain's girl and they love to tease each other, but this time it became a bit uncomfortable, especially for Maverick watching you from the distance.

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x younger fem!reader

W/C: 2k

Rating: PG | mentions of sex, but nothing descriptive, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: Poor Hangman </3 | What inspired this scene

Masterlist | List of tags

The summer was really hot and if you were totally honest with yourself, you kinda hated it. Well, the sun was nice, but the temperatures... You definitely didn't like that the sundress you were currently wearing was sticking uncomfortably to your skin. But still, you liked spending time with your man and his work squad. You were not 100% sure, but there was a high chance, that you were the youngest of them all, considering all the ranks, medals, and missions that you saw on their uniforms at every official ceremony, because if not - where the hell did they get the time to get all of that....?

But right now, you observed the volleyball game everyone else was playing; it's not that they didn't invite you, you just hated being so hot with a passion. That's why you were sipping on a cold drink that Jake brought you just a couple of minutes ago; that boy had a crush on you since he saw you for the first time, but he was never inappropriate, just playfully teasing, and it's not like you weren't teasing him right back.

Like when he brought you a drink, for example. He noticed an unfinished sketch of himself in your notebook and just couldn't help himself and made a sly comment about how he got himself a fan. You instantly shot back that if he wanted a fan so much, you could buy him one in a gift shop. It was all fun and games, and you definitely enjoyed the banter and playful competition that you two had going. But some things were a matter of honor and pride… That's why when he approached you after the finished round and made an offhand comment about your non-exist exercise routine, which was simply not true, you knew you could easily prove him wrong.

Maybe you weren't visibly jacked like the squad, but when you were a little girl, you wanted to hug a polar bear, and your dad told you that you can't hug a bear, without lifting it first. It was a joke of course, but your three-year-old brain took it as an obvious challenge. Plus you didn't want to be rude to a polar bear if that was some sort of a custom. It didn't matter that you've never seen one in real life, you still started "training" in secret by lifting your teddy bears in the air and it went down from there. After the teddy bears, there were puzzles and books with bears in them, and when your dad finally found out, he just couldn't help but laugh and started taking you with him to the gym. First, as a joke, because he was convinced that you will eventually give up, but you just… never did… And even now, you were still lifting, it just wasn't as visible on you as a full-body exercise routine that apparently the whole squad followed. Or they were severely dehydrated. Or both. You on the other hand… When your muscles were relaxed, which was almost always, they were soft, squishy, and basically invisible, that's why you were sure that Jake will take the bait.

- Oh, you're so on, Hangman… I bet you'll be the first one to tap out. - you just couldn't help but grin, because your loud words got the attention of the rest of your friends.

- In your dreams, y/n! - he quickly got up, while the rest of the squad gathered closer to your relaxation station to take a break from playing and see what was going on. - Or maybe there is something else in your dreams…? - he asked with a cocky smile, and you only laughed in reply.

- Hah! You wish. - you replied. - I'll go easy on you, baby, what do you say…? I'll be doing pullups and all you'll have to do is stand there and look pretty, which is what you do best… - you finally proposed.

- Did you hear that guys, she called me pretty! - he put his hand on his heart theatrically, and you couldn't help but notice Maverick observing all of you from a bar, where he just ordered a drink. You waved at him and winked, although you doubted he'd be able to see that from that distance. - Challenge accepted. How exactly do you want me…? - he asked, that cocky grin right back on his face, and it didn't quiver when you playfully slapped his biceps. He of course realized that since there was no place for you to actually do pull-ups, you'll most likely be using him as a prop, not that he minded, on the contrary.

It wasn't the first time you were doing this exercise, so you moved his arms into the right position, making sure that his elbow acted like leverage, so he'd be able to last longer.

- Anyone wanna count for the history books? - you laughed when you made sure that his stance was indeed secure.

- Kick his ass, y/n! - Phoenix hyped you up, and the whole squad followed. When you put your arms around his forearm, gripped it, and hung yourself from it, he realized something - you were a bit heavier than he expected; more muscles on your body than fat. You only grinned, an evil spark in your eyes and you did a first pull-up, no problem. And then another. and another... and one more... And the whole squad counted, while the great captain Mitchell observed you all a bit more intensely than he maybe should.

Because you were more than familiar with this specific position, you were extra careful not to rub Hangman's torso with your abdomen when you were coming down, which required a bit more core engagement than usual, and yet you still started to see a panic setting in his eyes after the 10th one, because he realized what such close proximity did to his body. You saw him swallowing more than usual and pressing his lips into a thin white line, so he wouldn't lose focus. You on the other hand got to 15th without any issues, still being very mindful of the way you were positioning your body; you also couldn't help but get a bit closer to his face when you were in the upper position. You grinned again, the evil spark never leaving your eyes.

- Thinking about tapping out, Bagman? - Phoenix shouted, misunderstanding his facial expression for exhaustion. Sure, his arms started to get tired and he noticed that his muscles were slowly starting to twitch, but that's not what he was afraid of right now. He looked down at the sand because he just knew what would happen if he continue to focus on your face and he definitely didn't want that. He didn't reply to any more provocations from the rest of the squad; he just stood there silently while you were on your 20th pull-up. He was visibly uncomfortable and you noticed... It was all fun and games until both of you were enjoying that, but now...

On the 23rd, you pretended that your hand slipped and you released his forearm to a choir of disappointed groans from the squad. You've landed with your knees on the soft sand and he finally looked you in the eyes... He knew what you did and why, especially when you gave him a soft smile, right before you threw yourself theatrically on the ground giving a performance of a lifetime.

- Bagman wins again!!! Nooooo!!! How will I live now...? - everyone laughed again, seeing how into your defeat you were, and Jake played into it as well, throwing his fists in the air and doing a giant victory lap around all of you, and finally sprinting towards the water to cool off in more ways than one, a cacophony of laughter following him until he reached the shore. Phoenix finally helped you get up and shook some of the sand from your hair. and you did the same with your dress.

- Well, that was fun. - you've laughed and walked back to your chair, but it was currently occupied. You smiled and sat unceremoniously on Maverick's lap reaching for the drink you'd abandoned before this playful competition; fortunately, it was still cold. - Hi... - you smiled, and leaned a bit more into the body below you, while Pete put his hand on your hip and pulled you even closer.

- Hi... - he did his best to return your smile, but there was something dark pooling behind his eyes, and you immediately noticed,

- So guys, now that Bagman is finally out of a game due to his cowardly escape and obvious fear of a possible rematch, are you up for another round? That might be your only chance to play without him, cause he's like a very annoying boomerang. - you joked, but they actually got up and went back to a makeshift volleyball field. You weren't sure if they actually wanted to play more, or if they wanted to give you and Mav some breathing room.

- Spill it... - you said when everyone else was out of earshot.

- I'm... - he started, but one warning look from you and he immediately stopped the white lie from reaching the light of day. Instead, he sighed heavily and slumped a bit in the chair. Your whole relationship was based on communicating and addressing any issue as soon as it came to the surface because you both knew that with this unusual dynamic you shared, you wouldn't survive otherwise. - I'm jealous, ok...? - he finally exhaled, as if the word burned on his tongue from embarrassment, and you couldn't help but smile, only a little though.

- Oh, Pete... - you said gently, your expression immediately softening. You crooked your head, so you could catch his gaze, and when your eyes met, he exhaled loudly.

- I really didn't like how close you were to his body, that you were touching him in the same way you were touching me... And y/n... I know that you could have done more pull-ups, so that means you ended it on purpose... Did he get hard...? - he gritted through his teeth and you just knew today's evening will be amazing; all that pent-up jealousy finding a release in marking you in any and every way possible.

- Honestly...? - it was dangerous to tease him when he was like that, but still, you drew the silence for a few more seconds. - I wouldn't know. - confusion was clearly visible on his face. - Core strength... I only touched his forearm. - you covered his hand that was resting on your hip, with your own, and he immediately intertwined your fingers together. - And when I noticed that he realized he went too far, I just let him have the victory, cause you boys and your pride. - you sighed quietly and rest your head on his chest, feeling him finally relax a bit. - And I reserve all my special moves just for you. - you added, and he couldn't help but laugh, his body vibrating under you.

- Ehhh... Sorry I got like that... I guess I'm still afraid you're gonna exchange me for a younger model. - it wasn't hard to understand where that came from due to the age gap between you two, that's why the communication in your relationship was much more important than anything else; if those feelings were left to fester under his skin, stronger and stronger every day, he finally could have exploded and that was the last thing he wanted.

- I am not going to do that exercise with anyone else. - you smiled, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart mixed with a gentle hum of the waves crashing into the shore. - Beside... I choose you every day. I choose to wake up next to you every day, to live with you, and to invite you into my world. And not to mention - it's your name I'm screaming every night. - Mav hummed in contentment like a cat that drank the creamiest of creams, because in a way - he did. What he did to deserve this divine creature, curled up in his arms despite her open hatred of today's weather - he didn't know. But he was ready to do it every day for the rest of his life.

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conan-hearts-u · 3 months

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𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 ʚɞ

Angry(souya) x reader.

w/c:500

a/n:Ik this kinda sucks.. I wrote this super quickly so it might seem random (im going to be late for school again.)

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"And then she said-" please dont notice me please "Oh my god! look its our little crybaby freak" They started laughing.

Just ignore them. If you react it will get worse

"Look at you a mess." why is she like this? What happend between us? "maybe we still could have been friends if you werent such a freak"

"Be careful Yuki she might she might start crying again!" They started laughing again. The girls had the most annoying laughs in the world, they sounded like Hyenas

And then he walked in. They turned their attention onto him. Souya Kawata, the always angry looking delinquent in our class also known as Angry.

"Good moning Kawata-san" Yuki said grabbing his hand "How are you? want to sit next to me and the girls at lunch?" she asked with a very annoying voice

Even though Souya always looked well Angry he was actually really kind and a big softie compared to his brother Nahoya who even though was smilling all the time was like a demon on the inside. You have known the twins for a while since your moms are friends.

"Tank you for asking but i already promised y/n that im going to sit with her" she rolled her eyes at him

"Ughhh why her" she complained and finally let go of his hand

At lunch Souya noticed that something was wrong. You seemed a bit sad and you barely said anything.

"Why are the girls rude towards you? especially Yuki, arent you friends anymore?" He asked a bit of concern in his voice

"Me and Yuki stopped being friends a while ago, she wanted to be one of the popular girls so she started spilling things about me to get their attention. " You tried to hold back your tears "Soon enough´they accepted her in and she started making fun of me for being sensitive and having fragile feelings" You couldnt hold them anymore "I-Is there something wrong with me? "

"we are all fragile on the inside, and there is nothing wrong with being senitive, just because you cry more easily than others doesnt make you weaker. It just means that you are more human than them " His angry expression started softening a bit

"Its just.." You try to find the right words to say "I cant handle anything whenever one of the girls makes fun of me my hand starts shaking badly"

"if they bother you again tell me ill do something about it, okay?" he holds out his pinky "pinky promise?"

"pinky promise."

both of you stayquite for a bit just eating lunch and enjoying eachothers company

"C-can i kiss you?" you spoke without thinking

"What." he asked

"Oh shit. just forget It-" before you could finish your sentance he pulled you in for a kiss.

You dont know how long the kiss lasted. You both stopped when you heared the bell ring

"I think we should go" You said

"agreed"

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#souya x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #fluff #angry x reader #tokyo revengers angst

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hells-ringleader · 3 months

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💀RULES OF HELL 💀

✨️this blog is 18+ only cuz this fandom here is for adults only

🍎 NO godmodding! Respect each other's characters!

🌟I don't like mpreg, pedo shit, or anything proship so like gross illegal crap. Those would be my no nos

😇 respect my hcs as well NO MATTER WHAT

🎩don't be rude! Haters in my inbox are not welcome. If you are here to cause trouble. Leave now.

🐍do not dm mun UNLESS WE ARE GOOD GOOD MUTUALS I will not respond to random dms

🎉can't believe I must say this but, COMMUNICATION IS KEY. TELL ME IF A RP ISNT WORKING OUT BEFORE YOU JUST DROP IT. TELL ME IF YOU HATE ME AND I WONT FOLLOW OR INTERACT W YOU. SAME GOES FOR IF YOU DONT PLAN ON REPLYING TO ANYTHING I SEND YOU. TELL ME. I WILL STOP. I WILL GET IT AND NOT GET MY HOPES UP FOR NOTHING. DONT BE A JERK. TALK.

🎻please do me a favor and if you drop a rp let me know ahead of time. It hurts to just see people abandon rps I'm in with them. It makes me feel as if they hate me. It hurts. Please tell me in dms why you are doing it and do not just drop them without warning. I like to know what I did wrong so I can fix it for future threads. Always wanting to improve my skills as a rper.

🦆respect lgbtq here cuz mun is bi and ace and genderfluid any people against it leave now.

🎪I rp from these blogs out of enjoyment and as a extra hobby, I do have times when I'm not online cuz I do got a life so. I'm sorry if it's takes long to reply sometimes! I do my best! All I ask is you be patient with me! I do this for fun . Not as a career. I do not get paid.

👑also its sometimes hard to tell who's willing to reply back if I send something and who will just ignore me. Which. It happens a lot and. Upsets me. A lot . Makes me feel like shit. Don't make me feel that way maybe interact more w me and I'll be like oh this person likes my muse ill interact more..I'm just cautious..yknow?

🔥also.. I try to read rules cuz I get unsure if people are even ok w my subject matter at times it gets dark and gory. It's why I prefer 18+ peeps.

🎶and no you may not follow me if you just reblog my rp memes and fanart I post. You need to interact if you follow me okay. No one likes people like that. Don't I know it.

😈if you have a issue with me simply block me I will not take any more drama in my bubble

👼 I'm ace so I may feel uncomfortable with too adult of romance rps (must I say it) so romance is ok but boundaries are important. Edit: I'm better w romance and sexual ones even. But I just may not be good at it.

⭐️I will tag triggers but you must tell me which ones

❤️I don't like pe*os, proshi*pers (the ones who are pushy about it), or people who hurt animals . Please leave if you are any of the sort .

🐑just to make it clear I dont do rps in dms . I rp in threads, asks or posts. Ask around if you do not know what that means.

🦄I follow back from my main. You do not have to follow my main back but I would like it if you followed this blog at least back

🦚please read about my character on wiki if you wish to know them. I will not be going into detail about every one but I will post headcanons sometimes

🌹 Rp meme tag: rp memes: hellish memes (look this tag up to see my list of rp memes and use one! You can even use anon! Send one in go for it! Also these rp memes NEVER expire just make sure to specify what meme you were using)

🍷events will be tagged accordingly as well

❤️oh and I'm a multishipper so I will ship lilith and ocs even canon characters. Its possible. I'm doing it.

🎡most rps won't be canon to the blog. Those that are will be tagged accordingly. Events that are canon are usually interactions w other blogs, magic anons, and any comments I make to other canon characters. Non story tag will be #non story: another story written.

-mun Steph 🎠

Events: coming soon

Like for a starter:

#ooc: out of stars #rules: rules of the rabbits

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mellowsadistic · 2 years

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“Ew! That’s disgusting!” Madison said loudly, looking over at a mother changing her baby’s nappy on the grass, not far from where she was sitting in the park.

“Shhh!” her boyfriend whispered, watching the mother scowl. She’d obviously heard. “Keep your voice down!”

“Don’t shush me!” she snapped angrily. “I’m not a child! And I don’t care if she hears me! She shouldn’t be changing her baby’s disgusting nappy in front of everyone. It’s so gross!”

“Well what’s she supposed to do?” her boyfriend asked. “Just leave her baby in a…” he broke off, and Madison looked up to see the mother walking angrily towards them, carrying her freshly changed baby in her arms.

“Don’t you have any manners, you silly little girl?” she asked imperiously, glaring down at Madison.

Madison spluttered indignantly and looked over at her boyfriend for support. But then she noticed that something was wrong. He was sitting completely still, as if he’d been frozen in place mid-sentence. Glancing around the park, she saw that everybody else had similarly fixed expressions. Everybody but her and the mother. Madison felt a chill run down her spine. What was going on here?

“Who’s he?” the woman asked, pointing to Madison’s frozen boyfriend.

“My b-boyfriend,” Madison stammered, terrified.

“Boyfriend!” the woman laughed, as if the very idea was ridiculous. “You’re far too immature for a boyfriend, sweetie! He seems like a nice young man though… Are you sure he’s not your Daddy? You’re going to need someone to look after you once I’m finished, after all.”

Madison felt her blood run cold. “W-what do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m a witch, you little brat. Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you into a frog or anything like that. But I am going to make a few… alterations.”

The woman snapped her fingers. Madison instantly felt her jeans vanish and her knickers thicken between her legs, turning white and crinkly, and expanding until she was wearing nothing but an enormous disposable nappy around her waist.

“There. Now you’re dressed a little more appropriately.”

Madison shrieked. “What did you do with my clothes?! Change me back!”

“We’re not done yet, silly. You’re only dressed like a big baby. You need to act the part too.”

With an evil smile, the witch snapped her fingers once more. Instantly, everyone in the park started moving and talking again. Madison saw that her boyfriend’s frozen expression was gone, but in its place was something that she found, if anything, even more frightening. He was gazing lovingly into her eyes, completely unperturbed by the ridiculous nappy taped to her bottom.

“Hi, Maddy,” he cooed, as if addressing an infant, and Madison blushed at the use of the childish version of her name. “Are you having fun playing at the park?”

Madison tried to speak, but all she could do was giggle and clap her hands excitedly like a toddler. She got to her feet in a low squat and peeked at her boyfriend and the witch between her legs, chortling happily even as she felt panic set in. She couldn’t control her body at all!

Then, without warning, Madison suddenly felt a large mess push its way out of her bottom and drop heavily into the back of her nappy, followed by a strong stream of pee. Despite the shame and revulsion that coursed through her as she helplessly dirtied her pants like an infant, she heard herself laughing delightedly.

“You stinky girl!” her boyfriend chuckled, watching the seat of his girlfriend’s nappy sag between her thighs. “Did you just make a boom-boom for Daddy?”

Madison could see the sadistic smile on the witch’s face. She wanted to scream and punch and claw at her. Instead she stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.

“Still such a rude little girl!” said the witch with a nasty laugh. “But at least now your rudeness is just adorable.”

“Poo-poo Daddy!” Madison screeched at her boyfriend, cringing on the inside and wishing she could vanish when she saw the faces of the other park-goers turn in her direction. Most were wearing sad and sympathetic expressions, like they thought she must have special needs, but some were barely concealing their laughter.

“Clever girl!” the witch said in a sickly sweet voice that made Madison burn with hatred and humiliation. “You did do a poo-poo! Right in your pants!”

“Come here, little angel,” Madison’s boyfriend crooned, taking her hand like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “Daddy needs to change your nappy.”

Though she screamed and protested inside her head, on the outside Madison merely gurgled happily at her boyfriend-turned-caregiver, helpless to stop herself being laid down on the ground for a public nappy change. As her legs were lifted into the air, exposing her messy bottom to the whole park, and the witch walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face, Madison knew that it would only be the first of many.

#mellowsadistic

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averagetmntfan · 4 months

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it’s crazy that 2023 is almost to an end! Another year that just flew by!

I’ll be honest, I was desperate to post my art somewhere. It’s been kinda a rough couple of years for me. And recently.

I was extremely sad last year. Around this time, actually. Let me paint a picture.

Last year, I switched schools. Which I guess doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. My whole life was at my other school. My friends. They were the best. As u can probably imagine, I starting at a brand new school is hard. Especially when everyone already knows eachother. This might come as a shocker, but I’m kinda Anti-social when it comes to ppl around my age. (Especially cuz ppl my age are such bitches Lmao) for the longest time, I coped using discord And tik tok. I Even made my own little group. But ofc, that had to come to an end too. after that, I was sad again. For the longest time I had all these ideas, but no one to really share them with.

(cuz none of my irl friends like nor watched tmnt) and recently I ended a friendship w/ someone. We were both in the wrong, I’ll admit. I did say somethings behind her back. Nothing too bad. But it did call her a hypocrite. Because she would always complain about our other friends leaving to hang out w/ other ppl. When she does the exact same thing. And I was alone. Alone at lunch. Just sitting there. She would treat me so..rudely. Just plain rude. I asked her a question (Idk what is was exactly) and she responded with such a rude response. And that was on fucking Halloween. (Which I was sick on) so that’s when the entire friendship fell to shit.

Since then I’ve been hanging out by myself in the library (well, the times it’s open anyway) so u can probably imagine how I feel. Then one day, it all changed. I discover this wonder escape. Tumblr. I signed up and made this acc. And I met such amazing ppl on it.

@allyheart707: has given me good advice on my little comic series, genially super nice, fun to chat w/. I think I’ve been mutuals w/ her for the longest.

@ghosty-0w0: very silly, I have so much fun doing art collabs w/ you!! Again, very nice and thoughtful. Mutuals for a bit but it feels longer!!

@mikey-rottmnt: the ultimate silly, whiteboard was to much fun (I’m gonna try and make another board for us lol), I have no idea how we became mutuals lmao. Very fun to chat w, always open to listen, caring and sweet. I enjoy having conversations w/ u!

@c00kietin: I had a lot of fun drawing u!!!, Irish gang 🍀☘️, that one time I didn’t get sleep was chaotic, very chill, a local amphibia fan!! I wanna talk more w/ u, cuz ur js so cool!!

I Hope y’all have an amazing new year! May the year bring u luck, kindness, adventures (hopefully) not artblock, and alot of ideas!! (Not that anyone of u need them, cuz ur so creative!!)

and dw..Hehe..I will make u all suffer w/ ANGST ANGST AND…fluff. JK MORE ANGST >:))

(no but real talk I will not js do all Angst I swear—)

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER MUTUALS THAT IK AND ARENT ON HERE, ITS CUX I FORGOT UR TAGS!!!

#<3 #jj rambles #jj rants #Jj…vents??#Happy new year!#2024 :0

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kouchabu-archive · 14 days

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Koisuru Scramble - Chapter 4

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Translation by: Sophie // Proofread by: Mirei

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

This story is fully voiced in-game! You should read while listening to it~

Episode 65: Farewell Marble

Hajime: Ah, Nakaouji-kun!

Eiki: …Hi there.

Hajime: Don't you just hate how it’s been pouring since this morning~? I do. It’s so humid.

Oh, right. I wanted to talk about our after-school meeting later. Say, when the rain finally stops, do you mind if we—

Eiki: ………

Hajime: …? Nakaouji-kun, is everything okay? You look like you're not in the mood. Did something happen?

Eiki: …Let’s stop these after-school meetings.

Hajime: Huh…? What do you mean…?

Eiki: I’m sorry. I think it’s better for you to not be with my company anymore. Please forget all of it — about everything until now and everything about me. Forget it all.

I’ll be on my way now.

Hajime: Hey, wait—!

Eiki: ………

Hajime: Wait, Nakaouji-kun! I’m begging you, please stop right there!

Eiki: ………

Hajime: Hey… What did you mean with what you just said? Forget about everything? I can’t understand why I should.

Was it something I did? Please tell me.

Eiki: No… It’s not you, Koino-san. It’s me.

Hajime: ‘It’s me’? Please, make me understand. Please, face me properly.

Eiki: It would’ve been probably better if… I didn’t notice that.

I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ll be the one who can make you smile. I’m sure there are other people out there who can give you greater happiness than I could ever do.

…Bye bye.

Hajime: Huh…?

………

(...My happiness?)

(Why? You haven’t even properly told me what your words actually mean... I still can't understand. You didn’t even give me a chance to talk. Are you really deciding to end things on your own?)

Even though we still talked just fine and had fun until yesterday?

(...He really wants us to pretend that nothing happened, huh.)

(Even the fact that we met at all.)

(I mean, of course. What was I thinking? We are not on the same level, after all. His life and mine weren’t even meant to intersect at all.)

(That’s why it’s okay... It’s much better to pretend that all of that didn’t happen in the very first place.)

(If any, I should be thankful for it! All those times we spent together felt like I was in a fairytale, even just for a little while.)

(So thank you…)

[ Her voice starts breaking. ]

(Bye bye…)

Hajime: …Gh… uhu… hic…

Miki: ………

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[ The next day ]

Hajime: ……… Hah.

Hajime: (I didn’t get a wink of sleep at all... Ah, hang in there, me. We can’t stay like this. Life goes on. We need to get back to usual…)

Miki: Hey. Stop idling around. You’re in the way.

Hajime: Ah, s-sorry!

Hehe, you caught me daydreaming. Good morning, Kurose-kun.

Miki: ………

Hajime: Hm? What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?

Miki: …A weird face.

Hajime: Hah?! Excuse me, I didn’t order rudeness for breakfast! Well, I'm so sorry that I was born with this face!

Miki: …Come with me.

Hajime: Huh? Hold up! How about classes?!

Miki: Skipping.

Hajime: What?! W-Wait a minute! Stop pulling my hand!

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Hajime: Ahahaha~!

Miki: …God, do you really have to laugh out so loud?

Hajime: Sorry, sorry~ I thought I was gonna get it this time, but of course a hole suddenly appears on the platform the character stepped on.

It’s the first time I saw you panic like that!

Ah, now that we're on the topic; I didn’t know you're such an expert in arcade games. You even got this huge plushie!

Is it really okay for me to have this?

Miki: I guess. It’s not as if I wanted a plushie myself. I only like getting it. If you want it then you can have it.

Hajime: Hm~? So I’m just a convenient recipient because I’m here and I want it? Well, I won't say no to that. I’d love to have it. Thank you.

Miki: ………

Hajime: Hm? What’s up? Something good happened?

Miki: Are you having fun?

Hajime: Huh? Oh, yes! I’m having a lot of fun!

Miki: Then continue smiling like that when you’re with me. Your face looked worse and grim this morning.

Hajime: ………

Mm. You really came in the perfect time... The truth is… I wasn’t up to go to class today, so you really helped me.

I feel a bit better now. Thanks for letting me hang out with you, Kurose-kun.

Miki: Is it because of what Eiki told you?

Hajime: Huh…?

Miki: I saw you and Eiki in front of the fountain yesterday. My bad, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

Hajime: ………

Hajime: Ahah~ you heard us?

Haha… That’s embarrassing~ Mhm. I think I did something that made him angry at me.

I mean, it’s already weird from the start. He’s the school’s lauded prince, isn’t he? It doesn’t make sense that he’s got anything to do with me…

So, I’m fine! Very, very fine. If I can just pretend to go back to the time when I haven’t met him at all—

(Oh no… Talking about it myself just brings tears to my eyes.)

Miki: ………

Hajime: …! Kurose-…kun? Let go—

Miki: Just choose me. I won’t ever make you feel this kind of loneliness. I’ll always put a smile on your face.

Hajime: Huh…?

Miki: Erase that guy in your mind. He’s the worst bastard who just pushes someone away without properly explaining why.

Hajime: Stop calling him that! Nakaouji-kun is not the worst bastard! He’s always been so kind to me! I was the happiest when I was with him!

Miki: …Then why not let him know? Did you even tell him that? Even if you wanted to say something, you just backed away with your tail between your legs, didn’t you?

That’s why you’re not your usual self.

And I’m sure that guy too is…

Never mind.

Hajime: Kurose-kun…

Miki: Go and tell him what you feel.

And if that doesn’t go well, I’ll…

Miki: …I’ll take you to the arcade again. Just think of it as your save point. With that in mind, wouldn’t it be easier to give it your all?

Hajime: Yeah… Thank you.

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Previous Chapter // Next Chapter // Translation Masterlist

#enstars #enstars tl #ensemble stars #enstars translation #hajime shino #eichi tenshouin #niki shiina #koisuru scramble #koisuku

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ciaossu-imagines · 4 months

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So happy be see this blog active again! If you’re still doing the request memes can I ask for K, N, and W for Yamamoto Takeshi for the nsfw one?

And I'm so happy to be active again! Thank you so much for the sweet compliment and for sending in the request. I am still doing this meme and I hope you'll enjoy; as always, smut under the cut!

K(ink): one or more of their kinks

Okay, I feel horrible because this is probably going to come off as incredibly shamey and rude towards this lovely anon, but I've answered this question for Yamamoto so many times over the years, in so many ways, that getting asked about his kinks is something I could happily live without for the rest of my days as a writer…and again, anon dear, it's nothing wrong with what you asked and I'm not upset at you for asking it, I've just answered it so much that I can't come up with much new for it and feel horrible and guilty because a lot of this is going to be repetitive or samey, I worry, for anyone whose been following my writing for any length of time and has read prior nsfw headcanons for Yamamoto.

Anyway, let me start by reiterating that Yamamoto is very open sexually speaking, to exploring and trying new things. He likes to experiment and takes the view of, in everything, you won't know if you like something unless you give it a try. So he's more than willing to indulge his lover's kinks and explore both his and their sexuality and boundaries and likes and dislikes. At the best, it will end up resulting in fun and pleasure for either him or his partner and at worst, one or both of them has learned that something just isn't for them.

Yamamoto also grew up in the age of easily available porn and I think he was really exposed to a wide variety of kinks and fetishes because of that, which did form some of his curiosity about trying out multiple things sexually.

However, I will say that Yamamoto's kinks are all almost entirely porn-based. He has few kinks and fetishes that he needs a partner to be willing to do or must have in his own sexual life. A lot of his fantasies he does keep to porn, especially as some of his kinks are not things he would actually want his lovers to experience, such as gangbangs, glory holes, orgies, and creampies.

He's open to anal play, both on himself and a partner. He's open to BDSM and is a switch. He's open to semi-public sex, though he does draw the line at actually being watched or there being more than a 50% chance of him and his partner actually getting caught. He likes the thrill of the risk, but doesn't want the consequences, if that makes sense. Really, there is very little that Yamamoto will not be open to.

N(o): something they wouldn't do, turn-offs, etc.

Which leads us perfectly into this next question. There are a few things that are hard no's for Yamamoto.

Yamamoto does not like sharing his partner. It feels too close to cheating, and I see him very much as someone who is not willing to cheat on his partner, no matter how tempted he might be. It's the ultimate sign of disrespect to him. He might be open to trying a threesome, either with another male or another female, but it would likely be something he experiments with with someone he isn't really all that serious with, or he might be willing to experiment with it if he and his partner were in an agreed-upon and happy polyamorous relationship, but it would be a very, very rare thing, more something to experience once. He's not into watching his partner be with anyone else, so cuckolding and swinging are also very much no's for Yamamoto.

Also very much a hard no is violent or outright degrading sex. He doesn't even need to try it because it instinctively raises a lot of very strong nope type feelings in him. Sex and violence are two opposite ends of the spectrum to him. Even if his partner makes it clear that they are okay with it, he cannot bring himself to engage in something he feels is him actively disrespecting or abusing his partner. It doesn't sit well in his mind and if his mind is unhappy, it is going to be impossible for him to not only enjoy the sex, but physically perform.

Now, the others aren't so much hard no's for Yamamoto as much as they are things he's really not turned on by and that can, in fact, turn him off. Shower sex is actually surprisingly on this list. It's awkward, dangerous, freezing cold for at least one of the partner's and just not as much fun as it looks. He will have tried it but it really goes beyond just not being something for him into an active dislike on his part.

I will say, despite liking some dirty talk and enjoying the sounds and such of a partner, someone who is super vocal, really loud, or an outright screamer in the bedroom? Huge turn-off for Yamamoto as it always pulls him right out of the moment and feels really fake.

W(ildcard): get a random headcanon

Now for the wildcard…Yamamoto is someone who actually gets hornier the more stressed out he gets. When he doesn't have a release for that horniness and sexual frustration, he just gets more energy than usual, almost gets the zoomies and burns it off through physical activity. It's just a weird quirk with him though, that the more stressed he gets, the higher his libido gets.

#replies #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #yamamoto takeshi #headcanons #spicy headcanons

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kakyoinscheryblush · 1 year

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Go for a mile [Johnny Joestar x reader]

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Chapter three, Bad omens

The piercing morning rays shined upon the opened windows of Johnny’s apartment as the bustling city started to erupt to life.

Y/n was still soundly sleeping on the couch covered in the duvet but she was rudely interrupted by Johnny rushing out of his room with her phone in his hands.

“ANSWER YOU GOD DAMN PHONE WOMAN!” Johnny screamed on top of his lungs as he threw the phone on Y/n and she jerked awake and looked around herself completely lost.

“W-What- '' she uttered in shock as she regained her senses and heard her phone ringing. “Pick up the fucking call, I’m this close to throwing your phone out the window.” Johnny raged.

Y/n looked at who the caller was and she gasped in horror. “IT’S DAD!” she exclaimed and quickly answered the call.

For a few seconds it was pure silence but all of a sudden F/n’s booming voice rang through the speakers.

“Y/N L/N! Where the fuck are you and why didn’t you answer any of my calls from yesterday!?” F/n shouted which made Johnny jolt up a bit. Y/n swallowed her spit as she tried to come up with a believable excuse.

“Well, you see- We had so much fun at Alyson's that we just lost track of time from all the clubbing-” “-CLUBBING!? You said you were going to just hang out at her place!” F/n interrupted her and Y/n cursed at herself for forgetting the lie she told him.

“No no no! It wasn’t like clubbing, clubbing. It was just a bar with really loud music and a small dance floor. I just woke up so I’m mixing up words.” Y/n laughed sheepishly and Johnny looked at her with widened eyes as he stifled his laugh.

F/n sighed in relief, “Oh thank God… Well then, when are you coming home?” he asked and Y/n looked at Johnny who came to sit next to her on the pulled out couch. “In about two hours.” Y/n said and her dad laughed.

“Fine, I’m not going to be at home at that time since I have some more paperwork to finish up at the station.” he said and Y/n nodded her head as she glanced at Johnny who was picking his nails in boredom.

“Alright then, goodbye!” Y/n exclaimed, ended the call and loudly sighed. Johnny looked at her with an raised eyebrow and chuckled, “I didn’t take you as somebody who lies to their parents.” he said and Y/n looked at him with confused expression.

“... You don’t even know me that well?” Y/n asked, a bit weirded out by Johnny’s statement. He laughed as he got up from the couch, “But I do know you well enough to let you stay the night in my apartment, don’t I?” Johnny said and Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “I guess so…” she muttered under her breath as she simultaneously got up from the couch.

She went to grab her dress and walked into the bathroom. The dress was slightly torn at the bottom, but nothing too noticeable.

It stenched of alcohol and cigarettes and it was her only piece of clothing she had with her.

Y/n groaned in frustration as she knew there wasn’t a single chance she would be going home in that dress.

After she brushed her teeth, combed out her hair and washed her face she exited the bathroom and walked into the kitchen where Johnny was preparing food.

“... Johnny, could you… please lend me some new clothes?” Y/n asked in slight embarrassment. She already overstayed her welcome and she still asked for something.

Johnny looked up from the stove and stared at her for a few seconds, “Why? What’s wrong with the dress?” he asked after a few silent moments.

“Well, my dress reeks of alcohol and cigarettes and I can’t exactly go home like that. My dad would kill me.” She said and Johnny sighed loudly in frustration, “...God, what did I get myself into.” He muttered under his breath but walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom.

Y/n cringed internally, “... Sorry!” she exclaimed. After a few minutes Johnny walked out with a shirt that was too small for him and some old shorts that he deemed were good enough for Y/n and brought it to her.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed and ran to the bathroom to change and by then Johnny was already sitting at the table with two plates of food waiting.

Y/n was confused and just stood at the door of the dining room for a few moments. She didn’t know what to do because she was never in a situation like this and didn’t expect Johnny to make her breakfast, if anything she expected him to throw her out the minute she stepped out of the bathroom.

“So? What are you waiting for? Come eat.” Johnny said with a bored expression,“I didn’t make this food just to throw it out later.” He added and Y/n hurried to the table and sat across from Johnny.

They ate in silence, a really awkward silence, for about 20 minutes.

“Now, princess, I think it’s your time to go home,” Johnny said as he took the plates and placed them in the sink before he started to head back to his bedroom.

There's not going to be more shitty dads to wake him up so he could sleep for a few more hours.

Y/n laughed as went to grab her purse and put on her heels. Her legs were a bit sore but she refused to go home barefoot.

“See you then…” Johnny muttered as he stifled a huge yawn and closed the doors of his bedroom.

The h/c haired girl sighed as she walked out of his bedroom with her phone in her hands and her purse over her shoulder.

She walked out of Johnny’s apartment and all the way to the entrance of the building.

She walked out and closed the doors behind her. As she pulled out her wallet to pull out the money for a taxi she saw that she only had 5 dollars. Which was not even close to 1 km.

“You gotta be kidding me…” Y/n groaned. The other option was to call her dad to pick her up but that wasn’t going to happen. ‘Maybe Alyson?’ Y/n thought but she was probably sleeping so she wasn’t going to disturb her.

The only option she had left was…

Johnny

‘No. There’s no WAY I’m going to ask him for a ride home… But at the same time there’s no way I’m walking home, it’s too far!’ Y/n argued with herself as she stood on the pavement as she received weird looks from the other people outside.

For a hot second she forgot how she was dressed… Like like a basketball player with heels! Y/n’s face erupted in fiery blush as she rushed to the displayed bell buttons and found Johnny’s apartment bell and started to furiously press it.

After a few seconds Johnny’s voice rang through the bell panel.

“-Thought you left by now.” Johnny said tiredly. Y/n laughed in embarrassment, “I would've called the taxi if I had money left in my purse.” she said as she clutched the purse that was hung over her shoulder.

Johnny grumbled, “Then walk home, I don’t know.” he said and Y/n fought her cry in frustration.

“I’m dressed like a basketball player going to the strip club! I know you already did so much for me and I feel super guilty for asking more, but can you drop me off at my street?” Y/n furiously whispered as she inched closer to the bell panel.

Johnny stayed quiet for a few seconds and the intercom cut off, meaning he probably walked away.

Y/n stared at the bell panel with a shocked expression for a minute, ‘Great… Just great… I mean what did I even expect? Well, time to start walking home I guess.’ she thought as she started to walk towards the pavement until she heard the doors of the apartment building being pushed open.

She whirled her head around and saw Johnny standing by the entrance with an annoyed expression and his car keys in his hands.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go.” Johnny said as he started to walk down the pavement and Y/n rushed to walk beside him. Now, Johnny had two cars; his racing and his everyday car.

His racing car was parked in a facility with other race cars which were locked up by the people who organize the races. The facility was quite away from the city so they were safe from being discovered.

His everyday car was parked a few minutes away from the apartment building. On their walk to his car, Johnny kept glancing at Y/n who was looking down at the pavement and occasionally glancing at Johnny to see where he was going.

When they walked to his car, Johnny unlocked the black car and sat in the driver's seat. He watched Y/n sit on the passenger seat and stifled his laugh, “You look absolutely ridiculous…” he mumbled as he tried to keep in his laughter.

Y/n grimaced, “Ha ha ha, I know…” she grumbled as she crossed her arms. As he rolled his eyes, Johnny handed Y/n his phone, “Put in your address.” He said, not even looking at her. She did and Johnny started the car and pulled out of the alleyway and started to drive out of the city.

The ride was silent, except the music Johnny put on. Y/n tried to talk to him but Johnny would give one word replies or ignore her entirely so she remained silent.

He was thankful that her dad wouldn’t be home so she could come up with a convincing story to tell him about the last night.

But as they pulled up to her neighborhood, dread filled Y/n’s face as she saw her father watering the flowers in the front yard.

Her eyes widened in shock, “Okay stop!” She exclaimed and Johnny suddenly stepped on the brake and the car came to an abrupt stop.

“What!? You almost made me crash!” he angrily exclaimed. “My dad is home and he can’t see you!” She whisper-yelled at him before hurriedly getting out of the car - “Thanks for the ride, I’ll see you around! Now get out of here!” She exclaimed before slamming the door shut.

She fixed her hair and dusted off her shorts and began to hurriedly walk towards her house. Y/n didn’t have to turn round to know that Johnny speeded away because she heard the loud engine of his car driving away.

“Y/n!?” Her father yelled from the front yard as he dropped the watering hose and let the water splash Y/n. “AAH!” Y/n screamed as she felt the ice cold water hit her whole body. F/n quickly picked up the hose and turned it off.

“I’m so sorry my dear but you scared me so much.” F/n said as he tossed the turned off hose to the grass.

Y/n wiped the trickling water from her face as she grimaced, “... It’s fine.” she muttered quietly as she began to walk past him and towards the front porch.

But before she could step on the porch, F/n grabbed her upper arm and pulled her in front of him, “Hey hey hey. Where do you think you’re going? I have some questions for you, young lady.” F/n said in a stern tone.

Y/n looked into her fathers eyes and sighed, “Alright, ask away.” she said. F/n let go of her and crossed his arms, “First of all, why are you dressed so ridiculously? Second of all, who in the fuck was in that car that dropped you of.”

Y/n gulped as she tried to think of a lie. “...That was Alyson and was in a hurry because she had classes.” She explained nervously.

F/n seemed unconvinced, “And how does she have such an expensive car if she is a student?” He asked Y/n as he looked her in the eyes. “Her parents bought it as a gift for her entering law school.” She said as she nodded her head.

“She studies law?” F/n asked, sounding impressed. “Yes! She is in her second year! And you know that law is hard so she always goes to all her classes and she was in a hurry because one of them starts in 10 minutes.” Y/n explained and her father nodded with a small smile.

“Next time you see her invite her for dinner, I would love to get to know her.” He said and Y/n gulped before nodding, “Sure will…” she laughed and rushed in the house and up stairs into her room.

Y/n dropped her purse on the bed and took off her heels and placed them by it as she walked to her closet to take fresh clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower and wash her hair.

Once she was done she went back to her room and plopped on her bed and took out her phone from the purse.

She sighed as she saw the missed call notifications from Alyson from the night before.

“Time to call her…” Y/n whispered as she called Alyson and not even a moment after, and the black haired girl answered the phone.

“Y/N!? YOU'RE ALIVE!?” Alyson screeched through the speaker so loudly that Y/n had to distance it from her ear.

“Yeah I am, thankfully. I didn’t have time to call you in the morning because I was at-” but before she could say Johnny’s name she stopped herself.

Alyson didn’t know his real name and it seemed that he didn’t share his name with her so it would be rude to say it to Alyson unless Johnny does it first.

“Y/n? You here? At whose place were you?” Alyson’s voice rang and Y/n came back to her senses. “... I was at Star Boy’s… He saved my ass in the club when the huge fight erupted.” Y/n said and Alyson gasped.

“WHAT?! He was there too?! And you stayed at HIS place!? Holy shit I need to sit down…” Alyson said and Y/n heard the chair being pulled out from the other side of the phone.

“I was surprised too! Well to keep it short he drove me home, with much needed pleading, and now I’m just lying in my bed.” Y/n said as she sighed. Alyson giggled, “Of course, keep all the details to yourself.” she laughed as she rolled her eyes.

Y/n groaned, “Nothing even happened besides him saving my ass and letting me stay for the night!” Y/n defended herself and Alyson tsked. “Okay okay, whatever you say N/n. Now tell me… what does he look like?” she whispered the question like it was a forbidden curse.

The h/c haired girl shook her head, “I don’t think I should since he intentionally wears the helmet to hide his face.” she said and Alyson whined. “God dammit! Tell me at least, is he hot?” she asked with an evil grin.

Flashbacks of Johnny’s face flashed before Y/n’s eyes and she shook her head, “... I mean yes-” “HA! I knew it! Ah I think we found your soulmate…” Alyson sighed with a smile and Y/n’s eyes widened.

“MY WHAT?! Alyson, I barely know the guy!” Y/n cried out in shock. Alyson rolled her eyes as an evil smirk grew on her face, “Well, you’re going to get to know him more on the race finale between him and that bitch face Brando.” she said proudly.

Y/n sighed in exhaustion, “... Another race? When it’s happening.” Y/n said already prepared for another stressful but hopefully fun night. “In like two weeks, at an abandoned warehouse a few kilometers away from here. But don’t worry, I’ll text you the details and I’ll pick you up so you don’t have to worry about transportation.” Alyson chuckled at the last part of her sentence.

“You’re so hilarious Alyson, I almost choked.” Y/n said with a sarcastic smile, “-But thank you for inviting me, I hope there won’t be a cop intervention this time.” she said and Alyson shook her head.

“You may think it happens often but it doesn't. No amount of security and info checking can stop it from happening so let’s hope for the best!” Alyson said with a smile and Y/n laughed. “Yeah, you’re right… Well then, talk to you later Alyson! I’m really tired…” Y/n said with a yawn.

“Okay! See you soon girl! Good night!” Alyson chirped as she ended the call and Y/n turned off her phone and closed her eyes as she deeply sighed.

‘Here comes the two long and excruciating weeks at the police academy…’ Y/n thought as she drifted off to sleep.

*two weeks later, the day of the race*

*1st person p.o.v*

I groaned as I stripped out of my police uniform in the locker room of the police academy. It was Saturday and it was the last day at the academy for the week. As I was putting on my regular clothes.

Today was the day of the race and unfortunately I had to think of a way to sneak out of my house so dad wouldn’t see me.

My original plan was to lie to him about going to Alyson's place but I don’t think he would just let me go if he was home.

So… I thought of an idea to sneak out of my room's window with tied bed sheets since it was too high for me to just jump down. God, I felt like I was in a movie or something as I imagined myself executing the plan.

Well, anything’s better than nothing, right?

I walked out of the academy with my duffle bag and breathed out the slightly warm evening air. It was 22:54 and Alyson texted me she would pick me up on the same address I gave her last time at 23:20 sharp.

Dad was already in his car waiting for me so I hurried up across the parking lot and opened the doors and sat on the passenger's seat.

“Do you have any plans for today?” dad asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive home.

I laughed, “No I don’t, my only plan is to sleep.” I said and he laughed. “Same here, that asslicker Dalton exhausted me from all the yapping he did today. Can he shut up for a minute? I don’t care what coffee is good for me or whatever advice he tries to give me.” Dad complained and I laughed.

“Some people are just a tad bit more annoying than usual.” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. Dad laughed and shook his head as we continued to drive home.

Once we arrived I rushed upstairs into my room and closed the doors.

I sighed as I dropped my duffle bag next to my bed and opened my walk-in closet and took out the set of clothes I picked up to wear to the race. It wasn’t anything special, just black jeans and a black hoodie.

As people say, no face no case.

I put on my pajamas and walked downstairs to see dad watching a movie. “I’m just going to brush my teeth and go to sleep… I’m so exhausted…” I yawned and dad laughed as he tore his gaze from the action film he was watching.

“I can tell. Well sweetie, good night and sleep well!” he laughed as he went back to watching his movie. I rushed back upstairs and into the bathroom. I began to brush my teeth, tidied up my hair and put on some make up.

I lied on my bed and picked up my phone and saw one message from Alyson.

Alyson H.

<< Just checking in since I just got in my car, you’re ready?>>

<< Yeah, just waiting for my dad to fall asleep so I can get out.>>

Alyson H.

<< Good fucking luck with those bedsheets girl! See you! >>

<< See you! >>

I closed my phone and got dressed in the clothes I prepared and pulled out the tied bed sheets from under the bed and opened the window of my room.

I put on the old sneakers I had lying around my closet and walked to my door and put my ear on it.

The movie ended and it seemed that dad fell asleep. ‘Thank god!’ I sighed in relief as I picked up the tied bed sheets and pushed them out of the window.

I tied the begging of the sheets to the rain gutter and released the rest to fall on the floor.

While the sheets didn’t reach all the way down, it was enough for me to not break my legs. Before I climbed onto my window I turned off all the lights and took a deep breath before sliding down the tied sheets and crashing on the grass.

“Gah-” I groaned as I turned on my back. I pulled out my phone out of the hoodie pocket to call Alyson since it was only a minute before she would come to pick me up and just as I did I heard the loud engine of her car.

She slowed down and once she noticed me she stopped and got out of her car.

‘SHIT THIS IS MY ACTUAL HOUSE AND NOT THE ADDRESS I GIVEN HER!’ I almost shat my pants in panic as I scrambled off the ground and dusted off my clothes. Alyson laughed as she looked at the tied sheets.

“You actually pulled this shit off? I’m impressed. Now let’s get going.” she said and I walked to the sheets and tugged at them. But they didn’t even budge.

Alyson looked away from her car and looked at me weirdly, “Come on Y/n, what are you waiting for?” she asked and I pointed to the tied sheets that hung out of my window.

“I can’t leave my fucking house with my window open and these sheets hanging out!” I whisper-shouted and Alyson rolled her eyes.

“I don’t have time for this tomfoolery…” she groaned and walked to the tied sheets and before I could stop her, she pulled them down with all force and broke the rain gutter and it all fell down causing loud crashing noises.

In panic I picked up the mess and pushed it into a bush near the wall and Alyson and I rushed into her car and speeded off.

My heart was beating like crazy while Alyson looked calm as ever.

“You okay over there?” Alyson asked as she glanced at me, probably sensing my rapid heartbeat. “... I don’t know. I hope we didn’t wake my dad up.” I mumbled out and she rolled her eyes.

“It’s going to be fine. Now just relax and forget about him and focus on the Star Boys race!” Alyson cheered and I nervously smiled. We didn’t even arrive yet, and there was already trouble.

After a rather longer ride I noticed we reached a rather empty road that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

“Only a minute away from the warehouse!” Alyson exclaimed and I nodded my head as excitement filled my body.

As we arrived closer to the abandoned warehouse, I saw more and more parked cars and Alyson parked her car on the side of the road and we walked out.

I saw a huge metal chain linked fence that was gated by four huge guys at the entrance.

I could hear the loud music and roaring of the car engines from what appeared to be a huge parking lot and now turned into a racing arena, much like the previous race I went to.

The illustration of the racing arena [ https://imgur.com/a/EqovKX7 ]

As we arrived at the entrance the four guys stopped us but as soon as they saw Alyson they moved themselves from the entrance and nodded in her direction while I only received acknowledging glances from them.

The music was blaring from the set up speakers and the crowds of people were cheering the already ongoing race. “Where’s the Star Boys tent!?” I shouted to Alyson from all the loud noises.

She didn’t reply as she grabbed my hand and led me to one of the many tents that were situated away from the racing tracks (which were thankfully divided by portable metal fences).

We entered the tent and I saw Gyro sitting on a plastic chair drinking a beer and Johnny nowhere to be found.

“Hey Gyro! Where's Star Boy?” Alyson asked as she crossed her arms and looked around the tent.

Gyro nodded in my direction and waved, “He went to grab something to drink just a few minutes ago,” he said.

And just as we were about to continue to talk, Johnny entered the tent with a water bottle. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw me and I didn’t know what to do so I just waved and he slowly waved me back.

Gyro laughed as he got up and towered over Johnny, “So? Ready to beat that sucker's ass!?” he exclaimed and Star Boy laughed, “Ready as ever, Gyro.” he said with a nod of his head and Alyson clapped her hands.

“You better! Or else I’m going to kick your fucking ass.” she said and he rolled his helmet clad head.

“Oh, shut up Alyson. At least somebody came here to support me without extra yapping.” Johnny said as he pointed to me and I awkwardly smiled.

Gyro raised his eyebrows as he glanced from Johnny to me and as he was about to open his mouth a loud male voice interrupted him;

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE RACE WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! DIEGO BRANDO VERSUS STAR BOY! MAY THE BEST RACER WIN!” The male voice yelled and Johnny dropped the water bottle and Gyro dropped the beer glass as we all rushed out of the tent.

Before Johnny ran away to the garage, I took some courage and grabbed the sleeve of his racing jacket and pulled him closer, “Good luck, Johnny.” I whispered so only he could hear and he nodded his head and ran to the garage to take his car.

Alyson and Gyro walked over to me as we walked to the portable fences as we watched Johnny rush to the huge garage to pull out his car.

I looked at the start line and once I spotted this Diego Brando guy who was impatiently waiting by his car with a helmet in his hands, I gasped.

“That's the guy who started the bar fight yesterday!” I exclaimed as I pointed into his direction and Alyson's and Gyro’s eyes widened.

“WHAT?!” they both exclaimed in shock and I nodded my head as I felt shivers go down my spine.

Gyro groaned, “Of course he did…” he muttered as his face palmed himself and Alyson grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. “WHEN WERE YOU PLANNING ON TELLING ME THAT!?” she screamed and I pulled myself away from her.

“How was I supposed to know who that shitface was!? I’ve never seen that guy in my life until yesterday!” I shouted as I defended myself. Gyro, probably sensing the upcoming fight, went to stand in between us and grabbed our shoulders.

“Girls, now it’s not time to fight! It’s time to support our best racer!” Gyro exclaimed and I nodded my head as I smiled. The cheering of people intensified and the blaring music quieted down.

Diego was impatient waiting by his car but all of a sudden, a loud roar of Johnny’s car signaled him to put his helmet on and get in his car. My anxiety started to go up but so did my excitement.

Johnny stopped at the start line and revved his engine, making people cheer loudly. Diego did the same and people also cheered for him but much louder. It's obvious who's the fan favorite…

“RACERS ARE YOU READY!?” the guy screamed and we all started to cheer loudly.

A girl with short hot pink hair rushed in front of the two cars with two flags and after a few moments, she dropped the flags and Diego and Johnny speeded by her, leaving a huge trail of smoke and tire trails.

As they speeded by us, we were slightly pushed by the strong gust of wind. Gyro pushed me and Alyson away from the fence and laughed, “Heh, we don’t wanna get killed right?”.

We continued to watch Johnny and Diego race and for the most of the time they were in a tie but Johnny sometimes began to outpace Diego but he always found a way to even out.

I tried to stay calm but my anxiety kept getting higher and higher with every lap that passed.

“THE LAST LAP IS ALMOST DONE AND IT SEEMS THAT OUR STAR BOY IS GOING TO LEAVE DIEGO IN THE DUST!” the guy from the speakers shouted and we started to cheer Johnny on even louder.

“GO ON STAR BOY KICK HIS FUCKING ASS!” Gyro yelled and if I didn’t look at him, I would have thought he had white foam running down his mouth.

I couldn’t even contain myself as Johnny beard the finish line but in a flash of a moment as he was about to slow down to make a clean turn by the garage side his car didn’t go in the turn but flew of the road and crashed through the fence and crashed into the garage doors, smashing the front of the car.

Diego continued the race, not caring for what just happened in front of him.

As he finished the race he got out of his car and once he saw the panicking faces of people and other people rushing to the crash he slammed his helmet onto the floor, breaking the glass.

“WHAT ARE Y'ALL DOING!? I FUCKING WON! LEAVE THAT FUCKER WHERE HE IS!” Diego screamed as he kicked the doors of his car but nobody paid any attention to him.

“Holly shit!” I exclaimed as I saw smoke going from Johnny’s car. Gyro’s face paled and so did Alyson’s.

We rushed to the metal fence and pushed it away and sprinted towards the crowd that was already gathering around Johnny’s car.

We pushed our way through the crowd of the people and Gyro and Alyson started to shoo them away but they didn’t go away, rather they just distanced themselves as they observed and some even filmed the horrifying scenery.

I pulled the car doors open and saw in what state Johnny was.

His legs were crushed by the front of the car and his whole upper body was squished by the airbag. I looked behind me and saw that Alyson and Gyro were busy keeping the crowd at the bay.

I took a deep breath to stop my heart from literally exploding as I gently tried to pull Johnny out of his car.

Once I did I laid him on the ground and sat on my knees so my back was facing the crowd and I was shielding his thankfully helmet clad head.

I gently lifted off his visor to reveal his closed eyes. I debated if I should keep his helmet on or take it off but before I could do anything I felt a leather clad hand grab my wrist. I looked down and saw it was Johnny’s hand.

His eyes flashed open as he gasped for air, “-I… can’t feel my legs…” he wheezed out and as I was about to say anything his eyes closed and his hand released my wrist.

“That’s it! Gyro! We need to get him to the hospital!” I exclaimed as I closed his visor and Gyro ran in the garage.

Once he revved his engine up the people scattered away. Gyro stopped next to us and I opened the back doors and dragged Johnny into the car and before I closed the doors I got in and put his head on my lap.

I saw Alyson through the window as she signaled me thumbs up and pulled out her phone and pointed to it.

Guess I’ll have to call her once we arrive at the hospital…

I took off Johnny's damaged helmet and placed it beneath my legs. He had a bloody nose and a few bruises around his nose.

I bit my lip in anxiety as I glanced at his legs. Hopefully they’re just bruised and not broken.

I sighed as we continued to ride to the hospital in pure silence, both Gyro and me praying that Johnny would be alright.

And it seemed that this would be yet another sleepless night for me…

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